All her flesh is like a mouth
A caress of summer, nude skin
A flash of promise in quick moving bodies
A skirt in the wind, it’s all I can see
All her heart is like a living waist
Hips and buttocks that rock, left to right
Right to left, my life in a nutshell
The hopelessly tangled instincts
All her smiles are the most vibrant joys!
I own nothing in her trembling gaze
I am consumed by private obsession
When the bride of her sweetness is close
All her flesh is like a mouth
With lips that other strangers will travel
With breasts that flower like the buds
Roots of art where my passion will die.
Wuji Seshat 
Wow! You have so much talent.
In what sense? I’m just in a Spring mood…
You’re vocabulary, the way you structure what you have to say…it’s really beautiful!!!