Passion and tenderness
When the caress of your lips softly exposes
Like the touch, the petals of a rose.
Your tenderness and your felicity,
My all masculinity responds
Like the waves, over and over.
Chariot of senses,
Nurturing you to ecstasy.
When opening your eyes, your caress,
Gentle, soothes the raging of my heart,
And I can only contemplate
The beauty of this flesh I held,
The plains and the hills I conquered and I loved,
The woman that without, I sense no destiny,
No purpose, only void.
Francis Francois Procaccia
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