It was in the early morning of need...
Where seduction came face to face...
Left behind in the early evening of first desire-
Upon the wings of sweet love... it raced;
No minutes were lost in awkward foreplay...
Only lust and its most trusty friend-
A teacher in the art of Tantric Love Making...
With patience and a love story- thus penned;
Tenderness and kindness were all needed...
Crossing the barriers of sky...
As two trees blown into one another...
As if Heaven had descended the sky;
The wind knew of this climax...
As the mountains flashed a knowing smile-
The flowers bloomed full for the occasion...
Bedded deeply-a love to last for a while;
And with the setting of the sun...
Perhaps a twilight or dusky retrieve...
Where sweat is as foreign as gooseflesh...
Where relief comes with Summertimes Eve;
Dedicated to Lovers Everywhere
September 2,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem