In the gleam of shadow glare
there she was dressed in intrigue between
Alluring whispers and furtive glances
that with her soft voice hers her lips crimson
they undressed a Don Juan to the surface.
He in her hands a bouquet of aromatic flowers that
they murmur the refreshing scent of a true lover.
She,
woman with stunning and noisy gaze
she harasses the thoughts that with excited amazement
they feel the lust that mutes those with passion
they enjoy it secretly.
She cheating feel that she caresses her breasts and hard nipples that sensitive virgins bristle and moved to the pleasure of being loved.
Drunk to think that she rubs moistened the affectionate smile
of a lady with naked crests on the starry background
of a dark universe full of orgasmic desires,
there in that sky time plays with them whispering
between white sheets the moans and scents of their bodies.
John Bisner Ureña.
Writer-Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself,
or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem