As if I were awaiting
The roar of the waves
In the beach of Waikiki,
I wait with expectation
The fair moment
In that front of me be materialized
Your smile of aurora.
When you flexions
The seventeen muscles
On the edge of your mouth
And be cheerful
Your eyes.
When you appear
Before my pupils
And winking me an eye
We go to give ourselves
The pleasure of the pleasure.
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