A Dream Of The "Old Master"

Where the seven oceans merging by

Their lies the naked she

Her navel oozing redolent water,

Her skin breathing free.

All the seven colours in her hair,

The water splashes her bosom

Her waist bending a thorough curve,

A breeze goes down on near her balsam.

Pleasuring pain piercing her skin

Flowers showering from heaven,

She is a painting from Renaissance

She is entice of Michelangelo.