Sun of China

 The sun of China merciless wipe my skin.

It dies of jealousy of my love for their lovely daughters.

They look to my dark skin with tender, full of curiosity and,

With a shy desire, want to try the new that now

Knock on their doors.

 II

When the night comes, I surrender, I give

Myself to the Chinese Goddesses, I allow myself to satisfy

 Their wishes. Their beautiful eyes promenade in my body, their fresh

Lips like the breeze kisses me and their soft skin touches mine, and

Their dark beautiful hair covers us, hiding that lovely moment.

The daughters of China are of a beauty  of their own,

Pure mystery, it is something  that charms me,

And make me dream.

 III

 The sun of China refuses to accept their daughters

Exchanging the daylight with the mysteries of the night. It is difficult

For him to understand his daughters tasting and willing the new.

The Chinese Goddesses, secretly, give way to their fantasies and

Allow them to be invaded by dark bodies. It is a repressed desire

Being freed and a mystery stopping being a

A mystery.

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