Standing naked at the foot of the bed
body dancing, stretching, rounding to the nearly
wakeful-state.
Lovers, pounding routines like it was
the first time I was just about to tongue your pearly-whites
You wiggled and giggled arching your sexy back.
Thin glass, little sips of early-red wine,
the essence of decadence exploding us closer to
our lustful-state.
I hold on to barely THERE
long enough to finish you off;
evaporating into sheets of Egyptian Cotton heat.
What the hell,
let's hover in this distant place
where only the best of us undulates
and flirtations tip-toe her finger-tips...
Never wake me when we're here!
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I would like to translate this poem