The hummingbird and the rose
She leaned over to the bed, the beautiful naked rose
An immeasurable name in her tongue pronounced
Wrapped in red silk impregnated with lust
She was ecstatic, full, and naked.
I have filled my passion with rapture
Clashing in a furious fury
Slowly I lost the senses, the few I died
As a bird my wings opened
Kissing your lips of rose
Delight me in that garden of delights
Cultivating in her thorns of flowers
His lips kissed me covered with malice
In her beautiful body, sighs and burning
She gave herself fully to that bed of loves
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