Hi wonderful people! Here is a poem I wrote in French and then translated it to English with Chatgpt. Would someone be as kind as to revise it (and sure write it better!)? Does it make sense? I would thank you very much for your help and of course you would be mentioned in any further publication. Love.

It is a poem in homage to u/sakurasweetkissesxxx). Illustration of the beauty's charms here

Anus magnificus

Pupil in the shadow,\ Of a fragile ribbon,\ Like languid, blooming,\ In a carmine bed,

Which to the south losts,\ In a deep delta,\ It winks at those who admire it,\ And yet hides.

We will call her "She",\ Even if it is not the custom,\ But how can we otherwise do,\ When she is nothing but feminine.

She has many names,\ Mostly metaphors,\ For her face pleases,\ As much as it makes blush.

A breath moves her,\ And raises her skin,\ But once in love,\ She becomes accessible.

Her lips are bordered,\ With the softest of fabrics,\ With delicate edges,\ That show the way.

Fine buttercups,\ So fine, tiny,\ Strew the garden,\ That surrounds her bed.

Enclaved by two mounts,\ Who love and protect her,\ She is hardly moved,\ Except when the lover comes.

How I would like,\ With an assured tongue,\ To render perfectly,\ Her shape, her contours,

So precise and so fine,\ Her softness,\ Her colors and hues,\ Her promises,

Of carnal tenderness,\ Of infinite love,\ And of intimacy.\ Of deep abandonment.

On those evenings,\ When the stars align,\ When she asks,\ As much as he wants her.

When she will forgive,\ As much as she desires,\ Finally returned,\ And with all shame drunk.

He will whisper\ mixing her hairs,\ Which she also has very rare,\ But so sweet here.

He will know,\ The aroma, the salt,\ The excitement,\ As much as the pleasure.

Lost, she will open up,\ But even to a confidant,\ Even with red cheeks,\ She will not confess,

That drunkenness took her,\ That she opened her globes,\ And caressed her vulva,\ Her ring confused.

She opened herself to him,\ Magnificent gift,\ Like a sort of rape,\ -That she had coveted-,

Only a few centimeters,\ That a greedy mouth,\ Will have explored there,\ Deep appetites.

He will be captivated,\ She will be confounded,\ They will continue there,\ Without further restraint.

Oh, I do not know her eyes,\ Nor her mouth,\ But I am enough,\ Of an experienced man,

To affirm without wavering,\ That such a rosette,\ Does not come by chance,\ But to a sovereign.