LOOKS

LOOKS

Look so provocative touching me
Lust translates happiness,
And when this desire invades more
My boat is anchored in your harbor,
Delirium slowly devouring,
Knowing this dream that you like,
No more handcuffs and respecting grid
I do not care where and when,
Just dive in and defenseless
Drink of the most secular currents,
Sanctifying power of glory
At the altar wonderful, this nudity
Touched by complete folly
Every drop divine finally drinks...

MARCOS LOURES