Hair flowing down, a moonlight waterfall,Sweet voice, a sweet evening breeze.
Forehead bathed beneath a veil of makeup,Where silence hides and thoughts wake up.
Eyebrows two commas, a love novella,Eyes two meadows, a poetic landscape.
Cheeks two apples from the forbidden garden,I don't want to kiss them, just see them glowing.
Lips and teeth together, a golden cage,The tongue a canary with a soaring voice.
Two metaphors, the wondrous breast,Springs for the thirst that gives me no rest.
The belt the letter O, unlike any other,You wear it on your waist, but I'm the one it smothers.
Straight little legs through ups and downs,They seem to stroll like two exclamation marks.
The strikes of the heels in the moonlight,Are periods placed at the poem's end.
I let out an interjection. Ah! Caught in my throat,From my soul emerges your whole portrait.
