He caressed her
in such a way
that for a moment
she forgot her beast.

He touched her
like a breeze
chilling,
but this time,
in a good and gentle way.

He brushed her hair aside
to see HER
not the object.
Not in a way to be used.

In this moment,
her eyes became
great jungle waterfalls.
Her cheeks,
the precipice for which
they fell.
Into a pool of jungle dreams,
a pool of bedsheets.