She's Like That

 

She's Like That

 

Her desires are so burning

That they consume her own mind,

Her passion is charged

Of erotic games and few words.

 

At every step of her life,

Her friends advise her.

But greater is her desire

Than her own self-esteem.

 

She carries fire in her veins,

And the ardor in her guts,

In desire and passion,

Is that he thinks every morning.

 

It's like a melody

Passionate in her soul, her gaze.

It is like a song of peace,

Every glance of her soul.

It's like a Niagara torrent,

It's like an enrapturing saw in bed.

 

It carries vigor, strength and temperance,

And no matter how much I tell her,

She loves anyway,

And lets herself be loved.

Because if the world goes by,

She does not run out of desire,

And for all her life,

She will be loved by them.

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