By culture and time
In a state of fascination
I conjure you up
Upon my closed eyes
I survey your features
Those lips I have kissed
One thousand times at least
The shape and the form
Of your feminine perfection
So acute my sensation
My ten thousand aches
For the eyes which beguiled me
The dark exotic expression
The laughter which hooked me
The passion intact and aflame
Nearly matching my madness
My addiction to sensation
Our fervent love making
Our passion our ways
To all I desire
In my streets of Antofa
which miss me
Holding you dearly
Savoring flavors
Sharing surrenders
Two parts of one soul separated
United in love