Fantasy

She carries her tender front firm and innocently.

De flowered, has emerge dazzling

With panache…,

She is full of energy, equitably distributed and,

Like the caressing breeze, she erotizes sensations.

The moon dwell in her eyes, her voice is love songs.

She gives me imaginations; she gives me hallucinations.

The birds sing emotions whenever she passes, they

Sing natures song.

She is nature’s owned work, a marvel of an art,

a creation of my mind.