Cabagge Patch Baby Mold

LAST PART OF YOUR FRAGRANCE




The skin on my lips has been part of your skin.
crystals my eyes have turned green;

They have become transparent glass face of your being. Your faithful hair

The landscape that surrounds me. Your nature

The sigh of thy womb, one that sets me free.

The Roseda in your mouth has been part of my mouth.
The mystery with which I view
has become conscious.
The perfection of your eyebrows
has become the very beauty;
face a darkness that never comes. Your legs

matter what your legs?
If looking at you, I can understand your skin of silk. My skin


approaches have been part of your own beauty.
The observer who looks at you now
From your dreams sleepwalker child.
The taste of your kiss
How will the taste of your kisses?
How the timid touch of your tongue.
smell your scent
What will smell your scent?

What will become part, of your feminine fragrance?