|"We Rose Up Slowly" - 1964 Roy Lichtenstein|
In spring, no one can ignore the perfume blossoms of wild flowers swaying mellifluously upon their stems while trembling with joy in the warm sunshine.
The same can also be said about the sweet taste of wine upon the lips of a lover whose ardor is fuelled by the maiden trembling with passion in his loving arms.
My darling, you illuminate my heart with your breathless beauty and you embrace my tears of sorrow by sharing the lamp of love with a man like me.
You have instilled in me the power to impart the fragrance of a rose throughout the garden of life, as my heart clings to yours beneath the aromatic scent of our intense lovemaking.
Before a new day dawns and the moving clouds hide our nakedness, my entire body is aroused every time your feminine lips touch mine.
Lady Flower, in the magic of the heart, words of love are spoken in many different languages, but none can be more expressive than the embrace of a woman like you whose fire of love speaks timeless volumes while trembling with desire.