A series of poems dedicated and written about my close friend and great writer from Argentina, Marcela Vanmak. Marcela Vanmak, not only being a poet of tremendous talent but a woman of incredible beauty and sensuality to inspire these works from one of her admirers.

Mar Vaglia, Bogina Argentina

A poem inspired by my friend and great Argentine writer and poet, Marcela Vanmak. It being her beauty and talent which are the subjects of this poem dedicated to all the lovely ladies from Argentina.

Mar Vaglia from the Rio de la Plata in Tierra

of the southern Americas dubbed Argentina

Mar Vaglia ascends as deity festooned

in the beauty of female fertile in passion

as las pampas with boldness of temperament

as guachos to tame all with boleadoras

in name of her, Mar Vaglia

Mar Vaglia, belleza of Latin mystic

black tresses score contours of body

sensual in the delicacy of woman

graceful in the manner of dama Argentina

gifted with eyes dark in mystery

to contrast ivory of skin endeared

in sexuality ever enticing to lust

as brews of yerba mate

Mar Vaglia, audacious as grand heights

of Cerro Aconcagua in Andes

ever impressive as desire of she

woman of brilliance to equal majestic sights

rising above clouds in strength of character

symbolized in cordillera stretching

as far as continent of the southern Americas

Mar Vaglia, woman of fiery desires

to enflame blood of mine enchanted

in role of admirer on to ye

in acts of carnality whilst we share

grandeur of thine rose

in frozen Tierra Del Fuego

illuminated by splendors

from cross of southern hemisphere

Mar Vaglia, sophisticated senorita of cosmopolitan Buenos Aires

strutting her charm to and fro in view of caballeros gallant

Mar Vaglia decked out all in perfumed attire

to enhance sensuous legs with sallow silk

up to crimson lace caressing black rose

whilst we make way down avenida to Teatro Colon

in cadence of Gardel’s tango to delight

in twilight of excitement in dance of aberrant sexuality

Black Rose Of My Mar Vaglia

A poem dedicated to my friend and poet, Marcela Vanmak.

Black Rose of my Mar Vaglia,

exquisite as color of night in all the passion

to be captured in flower of thine sexuality

to adorn garden of womanhood enchanted

by fragrance of our desire

as honey lends sweetness to palate

Black Rose of my Mar Vaglia,

to be savored by taste of mine

for thee as lust of my desires

feasts upon juices of paradise

to quench thirst whilst passions

spray flower of woman with perfume

of lust to elevate senses

for tempestuous storms to rage

Black Rose of my Mar Vaglia,

it be with fiery kiss that black rose

welcome root of mine to her paradise

as rich lips with tenderness

encounter desire of mine

in strong embrace whilst root of mine

makes way ever emergent in our wishes

whilst desires flood her garden of wild beauty

Black Rose of my Mar Vaglia,

ever sensuous decoration of thine femininity

as we make journey through out lands a far

in romantic escapades of wild carnality

nay aware of boundaries as world be ours

to indulge flights of fantasy

in scandalous spectacles

of incendiary acts of flesh

Black Rose of my Mar Vaglia,

it be in rituals of those seeking treasure

in the dark that root of mine

discovers exotic rose in garden

fertile in moisture as burst arrives

to time with enraptures of thine struggle

in act momentous as our worship

Black Rose of my Mar Vaglia,

ever tender flower of thine affections

for our adorations as rose of desire

joins our ways in to one life of bliss

for us to spend days of joy

Mar Vaglia, Dama Adoroda

Phrases dedicated to my friend, the beautifully sensual Argentine poet and writer; Marcela Vanmak. It being as a gift to celebrate her day of birth that I chose to write these humble lines in honor of the lady of grandness she is.

Mar Vaglia, it is upon day

ennobled by thine birth

that I wish to deliver on thee

my grandest wishes for joy

and much more to meet

with the desires of a lady

such as ye of true merits

in ways majestic

Mar Vaglia, adoration of mine

in époque tender on to our lives

as days pass on to seasons

whilst we endure with hope of future

to be shared in blissful sensations

Mar Vaglia, beauty sensuous of fantasy

beheld in reality displayed on to the eye

by grandness of female in one such as thou

Mar Vaglia, bogina of emotions in purity

to elevate as tenderness in ye be delivered

on to those about with the compassion

of one all in nobility