🎀A NICE POEM🎀

Look into my eyes and open my blouse,and unhook my imprisoned breasts,

that my desire refuses you nothing, and they are messengers of desire.

They open to you like two tender roses, waiting for the tongue on the nipples,

and I feel trembling in my legs, and a burning air in my lungs.

There is no ambiguity in my offer, it goes to you without shamelessness or shyness,

and though tinged with frivolities, it seems always the first time.

Wetly kiss my hungry mouth, and make both tongues play in contact,

there's nothing I won't consent to, mine is the will, yours is the act.

In the back there are unusual paths that my hand has never traveled,

and from your fingers sprout whirlpools, eroding the skin of my side.