In ancient times

In ancient times, man
took woman for wife;
the question of the rose,
fantasies of the serpent
aroused by a gaze,
the lover flirts,
incense, desire flowering.

Enchantress, speak softly
your secrets, truth escapes;
woman, fertile as the soil
that brings the crops,
part of nature’s ways,
prophecy of the oracle.

Ancient sounds of pleasure,
rhythmic beat of rhymes,
those irresistible lullabies
cast a spell with riddles,
like fingers on skin,
the poetic line of lips
tenderly touching language
of love, no plain words
carry the meaning of a kiss,
spaces where the breath of a lover’s
emotions sigh softly.


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