Unseen is the blaze of her sex.
Through her mirror she is dressed in white,
Comes she through the eyes of another,
Her body is a bare landscape, ready to be
Turned into the grounds for a temple of love.
In a second life, my dream would be
To be placed at her feet, a disciple of She.
Covered in myself, dripped into the purity
Of her unimaginable sigh of release.
I beg her to teach me the definition of sex,
Of true heat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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