How beautiful is your femininity, O garden of flowers, and the wave breeze that brings certainty, and the color of the sunset covered with nostalgia, you dance, sway and bewitch every time, play for me the melody of love, give me overwhelming warmth to my heart, ask forgiveness from me and ask that I have a body and a mind within me. In our isolation, the world around us turns into a big bed, for no one but us. There is a mixed, protruding chest that embraces pearls, and there is a waist wave like a stormy sea, and I am squeezing you madly. We mixed, and came together, until we were drunk from the cup of lust together.