Her arrival means
Babylon's ancient
But-
Dazzling eyes in the intense light
Her sari of Indian Oak color
The folds fall right into place
The light of the distant stars
A wonderful flute set its tune.
Spread in the absolute diffusion
The crazy odor of her body
As if-
After the First rain of Summer-
The sensual scent of the soil is washed away
There comes out of the navel valley
The intoxicated scent of the musk
Enchanted with the unbearable pleasure-
I am subdued in the magic of perfume-seller.
Alluring Spheres of flesh-
The sensual massive breast-
Strong friction of tectonic plate-
The tremors are terrible.
Moreover-
Lovely city port in relaxed clothes-
The talkative nature is also dumb.
On the majestic map of her open back
A beautiful crystal lake in the heart of pictorial Gobi
Her own reflected face in the water.
In the fear of her infinite beauty
Forty, thirty, twenty-
Even goes down in the nimble eighteen years
Increasing age line.
The secret stealth fades the current
The song of quicksand is sung.
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