I Need a Perfect Woman
I need you to carry
Me with your arms;
Feeding me in a whispering
Baby-boy’s cry through
The faithful sense lay
Grace yet makes me feel good
By those fat breasts
Like two colossal clouds
As they are reaching the infinity peeks.
And wide, for skin’s fly to skin's touch,
As soon I pronounce
The first evening you shall be
With me in bed.
I need you woman, my angel.
Behind those poetical
Eyes almost sleeping
And calmly me my hungry for you,
And I have all you need
For a strong hug;
Makes me then to rest
Besides you when all your body
shall be wrapped up in dawn to spring
Following you as mine;
Like a storm together we shall grow.
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