Under the ecstasy’s tender, embrace we made,
Where passion filled with artistic grace we shared,
A canvas of desire, loathed with wild colors created,
You, my love, my Goddess of Renaissance, released.

Silken whispers, flowing like a gust of aroma so fine,
Tracing the curves of your form carved by divine,
Forming a sensual dance on the moonlit altar’s shine,
You, my love, my goddess, a rare & glorious holy sign.

Your skin, a canvas for kisses & nibbles to explore,
Each touch, a verse, each moans, string like a choir,
Played in the temple of content, is our love’s shrine,
Oh, Goddess of Renaissance, you are such divine.

Amidst the echoes with howling bites of desires,
Our bodies unified in swaying, stoking passion's fires,
And my head drenched between your hips tight.
A renaissance of love gifted to humans such grand,
In this realm of ecstasy, we are together hand in hand.

Your each breath, a sonnet, whispered in the dark,
Sparking flames of lust that leave on me a lasting mark,
Oh, my love, my goddess, my guiding spirit of light,
You are the renaissance that paints my every night.

Within the maze of passion, our legs & arms entwined,
A love so deep & wild of reactions, it transcends all time,
In the garden of love, I submit my soul into your fire.
You are my renaissance goddess, my life’s only desire,
© augustin