Lipstick and heels
Before me - the naked reality
bold, vulgar…the truth
the uncomfortable play
of passion- of youth.
The night is over since
but heavy eyelids rule
and weary flesh from whence
the kiss, the stroke of the soul;
on its broken innocence it lied
- the birth of pride-prejudice
- while death to young mind
of her, daughter of Eve.
Lo and behold- the Venus
woman from the foam of lust:
-beauty adored by his man
-beauty to love, will forever last.
The first night after the caress,
till then, to recount her days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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