best beuty poem

Visions of your white skin moisten
my parched thoughts
on a hot summer night like this.
In my mind, I touch your ivory shoulders
reminiscent of fluttering white wings;
like a feather stroking the smooth curves.
Oh how I adore your gentle nakedness against
the lunar light.
It whispers on your luminous silky skin.
My unretreating hand softly traces your porcelain visage
flushed with beauty and tenderness.
This dream lingers with me
as it promises
impossibility. (see more)

bitches are female dogs, dogs bark, bark comes from trees, and trees are nature, and nature is beutiful (see more)