PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Women have my body,

My soul belongs to poetry,

In the warmth of their arms I lose myself,

But it is in verses that I find harmony.

They touch the skin, feel the desire,

But it is poetry that unveils my being,

In the meeting of bodies, there is pleasure and opportunity,

But in words, is where I truly live.

Each caress is fleeting, like a flame that fades,

But poems, those, are eternal,

They hold the essence that propagates in me,

While nights pass, the verses remain tender.

Women have my body,

For brief moments of passion,

But poetry, that is my constant,

It is in it that I place my heart.

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