Your hair falls like the night,
silent and covered in stars.
Your lips ripen as summer fruit
from the orchard of your olive skin.
The small of your back like a valley of desire,
rises to the climax of your sensuous hips,
and you open like a rose to the hidden smile
of my solitary heart.
Fragrant as the apple blossom
your aroma disentangles
my thorns of flame,
woman of love, woman of passion.
Your gentle hands enfold in mine
petals closing with the setting sun,
everything is silent
and covered in stars.
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