I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

Pablo Neruda
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the...
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the...
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the...
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the...
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The words of Shakespeare, “I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty” are beautiful words of poetry. They are beautiful words that show how powerful love can be. Love can turn everyday objects into an item that is worthy of desire.

The sunbeams in the beauty of someone else’s hand can be devoured by another person. It is a very romantic idea that shows what love is all about.

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