Frivolity

Joyful is the thought
That kisses your eyelids
That reflects itself in the blue sky of your eyes
That lazily slides on the silk of your cheeks
And bites with hunger the flesh of your lips.
Joyful is the thought
That caresses your nape with thousands of kisses
And slowly descends on your velvety shoulders.
Your white breasts bloomed like the lilies
Sleep gracefully in the palms of my thought
And only my mouth spoils them with words of enchantment.
Joyful is the thought
That caresses your body
Blossomed like the orchards are in spring
Shuddered like the leaf in the wind
Thirsty like the desert is of water.
But when I am with you
I chase this thought away
And only I enter your depths.
Making me happy.
Making you happy.
Making us hap