To know how to touch a woman,
is to whisper sweet words,
is to echo in her soul,
a song that embraces.
It is to reach her ears,
like a soft wind that plays,
telling her that she is beautiful,
the muse that your heart unfolds.
Her charm, a calm river,
where your being wants to sail,
every glance, a sparkle,
every laugh, a reason to love.
Her aroma, a divine perfume,
that awakens hidden emotions,
in a whisper of moon and wind,
her fragrances are your routes.
To know how to touch a woman,
is to understand her essence,
is dance on the skin,
is poetry in the presence.