It happened as a dream-ed muse, transpired itself awake
The longing met its target, from his slumber she did shake
To share with her a spark of passions fire starting strike
A match of two, belonging where a lovers spell ignites
Each one searched a yearn-ed touch, caressing languid stature
Tantalising grasps sent heart rates racing in their rapture
Moistened flesh slid sweetly, kisses shared, did taste devine
Their forms explored for high reward and rhythms worked in time.
Let not that sensual closeness as a memory remain
Remind her how it felt so good , be close to her again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Stevie, , , this one is scrumptious! ! ! Great Ink! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.