Child in the savanna of your arms,
tepid languor, breeze so warm ,
rebirth lava and saliva
solstice and summer slow...
Delicate cherries of your lips,
ma douce chérie, mon envie,
that I taste fire and fiery flower ...
I, rather Amsterdam,
you ,so Penny lane ,
tea party ,juniper berry,
deep water indigo ,
a little drop of porto...
your caresses designing
unsaid naughty stories,
my sparkling partner ..
long caves whispering,
switch on the love ,
and its feline curves...