Beautiful Bredda. Your body is a divine nectar that provokes an infinite appetite for pleasure. Your beauty is a joy to love that not even Aphrodite would dare challenge. Your joy is a balm that cures the illnesses of melancholy. Your gaze is a crystal clear lake in which we see our own soul. You are an angel who was lost on earth. Too light for this coarse and hardened world. Your voice is a ray of light that clears thoughts. Looking at you, I think you are an Arab princess, perhaps Scheherazade herself, who could tell countless stories to postpone the inevitable end. I wish you unprecedented happiness far beyond this platform. In my heart you have an eternal home. Kisses, beautiful lady.