Slowly darkness will fall across the land
I can smell the perfume from your body
The doors will be closed for both of us
And our bodies will sing a sweet rhapsody
The bed will creak and in the yellowish glow
Of the night bulb our passion will be released
A cool wind of the morn knocks on the doors
And you kiss me feeling happy and pleased
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The bed will creak and yellowish light will be observed when deep night will fall. Doors will be closed and rest will be taken. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.