when describing your perfect woman's body

your slender body with soft skin caressed by the sun

if I drew your sweet girl silhouette

with your blonde hair darkened by water

of a mysterious and sensual sea

I would stay watching what you hide

behind your tender look when you look at me

I would not take my eyes off the contour of your thighs

when your hands outline the edges of secrets

of those clear lines between the obscene

of a warm fire

and the sensual ice of arrogance

I could spend my days watching

towards the roundness of your little breasts

and pleasant

seeing how your red and fine lips

  are refreshed by the warm taste of the breeze