Poetry

A prettiest woman
    With white gown
    Triumph through the poem
   Whispers to me for
   Reflection of love.
 
   Romancing with love
   Her Right hand around my neck;
   And left hand checks my heart
  " How disorderly pounding"
   She loves my innocent.
 
    She sits on the bed
    Translucent gown
    Discarding to be naked
    Is seemed her sexiest limbs
    And I excitedly touch;
    The p(age) to go 22 from 21.