Source  In her woman's hips desire unfolds, a magical curve that encourages to get lost in her game. Every movement is a dance of seduction bewitching the senses, creating temptation. In her woman's hips hides the universe, a hypnotic swaying that captivates the reverse. It is the rhythm of the ocean, the cadence of passion, an irresistible call that ignites combustion. Her hips are the melody of sensuality, a rhythm that raptures and awakens anxiety. With each movement the fire is lit, and desire overflows, without restraint, without restraint.

Source  In the dancing gloom her hands search for the vibrant notes, warm melodies that envelop her, emotions that dare to surround her. Notes that seem to dance with ardor, with her they find their best colour, like flashes of light in the night, her warm skin welcomes this outpouring. Inviting her to close her eyes, to let herself be carried away by the arrojos, fantasy in each present chord, universe of sounds, enveloping.

Source  As a child, I believed that when I died I would go to a faraway land, where my loved ones would be waiting, those who had departed before my time. In that place unknown to me, I imagined I would see them there, amidst endless colours and lights, where eternal love was born. Years have passed since that thought, now I understand life and its mystery, that in memory and feeling, the loved ones reside in its empire. It is not a distant or foreign country, but in the heart where they lie sincere, keeping their laughter, embraces, and affection true, in my being, in every lasting moment.

Source  I leave you my dreams, my deep longings, That I keep in my heart in rounded flights. A thousand sorrows overwhelm me when I miss you, The memory bites me, fills me with deceit. Perhaps thus, in my verse, I can evoke you, Elegant and kind, my being to conquer. Your image slips into my thoughts, A memory that lingers in eternal moments. I leave you here my dreams, my golden longings, That are wrapped in overflowing yearnings. In each verse you find my love distilled, Elegant and good, in my ever-loving mind.

Source  Your lips, a bridge to a fascinating world, Of laughter, hugs and songs in the mind. But also of tears and farewells, That left deep and indelible marks. In each scar, a lesson learned, A battle fought, a story shared. They are imprints on my skin that will not fade, Symbols of love, though it hurts to remember. And so, I give myself to the deep scars, Which like tattoos I bravely keep. Because they are part of who I am in this life, A testimony of passion and joy.

Source  Through skies of grey, what vision now descends? A flame dances down upon the wisping air. Her tresses flow, curling where wildness wends, Carmine as cherries gracing lips quite fair. Within roves a soul that no borders know, Content in freedoms of its inward reign. Over the world's blank page she glides aglow - A nomad muse come dancing once again. This Gypsy enchantress awakens the sea Of slumbering songs that in my soul have lain. Her crimson magic weaves its spell o'er me - In wonders she'll lead my willing heart, I'm fain!