Today, the heat reaches us

Beach reed sounds of wind 
the arms of a new tune. 
There is only this moment, 
I do not need tomorrow, I do not 
cumulus clouds over the space of defiance. 

Tickle the dream created by a
woman to write, 
taking into deep thoughts. 
Would like to see writers write 
the story of the world in the lap of the bustling city. 

Today, the heat reaches us, 
It gasp in my ear 
longing to the whisperings. 
Venus vibrates inside 
passion, a smile on the lip, 
and bright lipstick. 

All might be well, and I do not 
cloud sheep hear crying, 
does not drip tears 
under the sky. I will rise 
again a dream come airship. 
I'll give myself a fair weather wind to carry. 
I will smile at you, 
as a lustful woman 
smiling at the man. 
To him, which wants for himself. 
From the beginning of time until the 
death do us part.