The little flower of burning desires
Is waiting for a caress
And a poet’s kiss.
But the kiss comes only within a dream
In a faraway world.
The little flower of forbidden desires
Has a deep secret
Waiting to be gently opened.
O pink flower, red desires write strange verse,
Moist pleasures call the silent stars.
Love is a tongue on a tiny rosebud,
A sacred kiss on forbidden lips,
A radiant peach under gentle hands.
A new reality arises in the silent night,
Written by poets unbound.