In shadowed halls where dreams and whispers dwell Her brush ignites the canvas, fierce and bold A realm where beauty bends, where chaos swells Her hands bring tales no common tongue has told
The curves are forms she shapes with wanton grace Each stroke a hymn of bodies, wild, untamed Desire drips like moonlight from the face A primal ache her artistry has claimed
Oh, Leonor, your visions pierce the veil Erotic worlds where beasts and lovers twine A feline gaze beyond all earthly scale Seductive art where everything’s divine
In her, the bounds of flesh and spirit blend A lover’s dream with neither start nor end.
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