Yet, I was looking again
For the women those days –
Looking for you…
The face, the sensitive nostrils,
The trembling light spread around,
Sensing the touch of my longing,
Sniffing out the native of it
The very soul of it, within the un-witnessed body.
I was looking again for your voice –
Grown up, childish,
Making me to a man, a warrior, a tender power,
When I cover the silky hair intruding
Under surprised and awaiting whiteness of your panties.
And if, it’s just an animalism –
I do like to be this animal,
And its beauty!