Luxurious Thing

All the poetry of the world becomes stronger

When it is blown by the expression of your body...

...It is like to drink a lager

A blossomed flower on my mind

It is naturally mystical!

In this moment all is unknow

Your presence breaks down the walls

But it chains my soul

Our movement is the most luxurious thing

My litttle lady is occupying my embassy

It is like an awesome wave (with long legs) hitting a rock

Now I think I am a prince not a creep nor a frog