I would like to caress
Your rippled surface
Covered with sparse hair
But I would destroy its beauty.

I would like to climb
On your generous curved shape
Swollen by unkown natural desires
But I would compromise your sensuality.

I would like to taste
Your granular golden skin
Warmed by the ardent sun
But we both know I cannot.

I can only stare in silence
at your sensual beauty
thinking that you will survive the years
much better that I will.