by Mario Vargas Llosa
The secret of my happiness?
The elusive smile
that fuels
the travelers' hunger for love
the slight pout
that enhances the
curve of my lips
and reveals the flashing
snow
of my teeth.
A knee
an instep
an earlobe
the sides
of my nose
can hint at beautiful things and
fill men with desire.
Friends, you only dream:
I make them dream.
Last updated April 14, 2025