Showing that did not come for love,
did not know how to be gentle and affectionate.
It came for lust and voluptuousness, not the breath
of a lover, but the madness of the impassioned.
Did not learn to be breeze, was born this way,
snorting and showing its claws,
without notice or warning.
Knocking at the doors and all of a sudden
forcing the windows,
like one river which comes out of its bed
and flood lands around.
Did not waste time making swirls or pranks,
its shot was direct and accurate, without pause or rest,
like shameless male, clothes off and in open air,
covering, without modesty or prudence,
his chosen female.
Has warned not to scrimp its desire,
not turning into a hurricane.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©