The encounter She came out I don’t know where The air of an Andalusian princess Dressed in silk in

turquoise Pointing in line without wanting Her hair waltzed with the wind Swinging her legs smoothly
Seen from afar, I thought I knew her Near me the correspondence wane Simply prettier and more
charming Its charm I lose myself in situating it sitting His approach preludes, coaxes, warns, The
desire for possession overwhelmed me, His body is possessive, desire inhabits it beauty is called
beauty God writes very straight without a line It was love at first sight without softness I didn’t think
of a contact or address But a way to her tender heart She walked past me giving me a look
Challenging, my senses awaken but wander My tongue frees itself “Good evening ! » The others
contemplate, the street watches The world around me is deteriorating In front of this beauty that
packs The beauty reacts, her attention towards me questions I could read on his face, the reception,
Openness and intelligence Beauty knows itself, it feels Beauty is conqueror, the beautiful dominatrix
Beauty is bewitching, the beautiful fascinating Beauty is stunning, the beautiful singular Beauty is
sovereign, the beautiful solemn Beauty is seductive, beauty is flirtatious Beauty is attractive, beauty
striking Beauty is will, the beautiful organizer Beauty is sunshine, radiant beauty When she spoke, I
kept my mouth shut Looking at this beauty with sublime gaze The anthem of beauty is the gaze The
price of beauty is firmness