Oh, this woman with pink silk ...

Oh this woman with pink silk
beckoning to its ripe bud,
Attracting with a look and a thin line
Under the rain of gentle fingers and a quivering groan

Oh, this woman is tormented by passion,
A seagull hovering over the lace of the waves
Is it possible for a frigate to pass by
When the world of love is full of this woman !?
V.Vin