Torch of Love

Lover, withered by a thirst for love,
In a fit of passion, hugging a lady,
The train of the dress was lifted, wailing
languishing with an agonizing desire.


The artist’s dream, pouring into a statue,
The intimacy of hands imprinted on the chest.
Madame listening to sophisticated caresses,
rustling stockings ascended to the sky.


Glares of light run along the walls.
Nudity of bodies, drawing in the dark.
Marking the magic of the night,
They soared in an unforgettable dream.
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Shimmering gave life dust burned
burning torches of love........

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