Who am I ?

Brunette,
Plum-eyed shining
At spring to remind your innocence
Your lovely charms are pushing away my hunger

And are caressing my throat with forgotten pleasures
Tastes with the pulp of these fruit
Each drop moistening
My palate is quenching my exhilaration

Wide opened amidst the nature
Lotus welcomes the first light of dawn
Announcing mornings
Of endless joy

A smile, what bliss
A laugh what sweetness
A climax, what eagerness
To die of pleasure, what honour

Figure, the shadow of your fears
Slopping off under the reverse
For your bliss to arouse.