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cammposbbrenno
It was the woman - the naked and beautiful woman, Without the useless imposture of the dress It was the woman, singing in my ear, As if the light was summed up in her... Woman with hard and small breasts With a flower opening on each chest. It was the woman with biblical nods And each one for my fingers done. It was her body—all her flesh. It was his bearing, his gaze, his arms: Moonlight at night and fountain of wedding, Mouth red with wan smiles. It was the woman — the source permitted By God, by the Poets, by the world... It was the woman and her fruitful love Giving us men the right to life!
cammposbbrenno
Mysterious woman haughty appearance elegant and sensual sculptural body is a goddess sculpted with glamor Wherever she goes she leaves in the air the delicate aroma of her fragrance that bewitches the opposite sex Your icy gaze has a disquieting and voracious magnetism your crimson lips remain silent from her mouth no murmur is heard The mark of her sensuality impregnates the molecules of her body in the bowels an aureole of mystery awakens the libido of the one who looks at her with lasciviousness Deciphering the enigma of this mysterious woman is the sentence of the greed that populates the mind of that man who for her he sighs with the frenzy of desire
