"It is imagination that extends to us the extent possible, and nourishes the desires by the hope of satisfying." Jean-Jacques Rousseau
polished and bare, beautiful, orange,
Embellie mapped with a sheet, with full
In knees
Still, leaving me mad.
spellbinding fantasy of a desire
Who will never be happy
I slip on my imagination
In addition to the rules of passion.
Palatability explores my senses. My body stiffened
of convenience
And my whole purpose in pleasures of the table
From this sketch of the breast.
The naked recollection of that wise,
generates scoundrels thoughts, words
transmuting in fondling
On this lineament buttocks.
