I catch a glimpse of my silhouette
In the mirror as I look at the gazebo
Beside the still lake
The sun
just beginning to bid adieu
Reveling in my escape,
I stretch cat-like
My creamy skin blushing
My pores tingling
In anticipation……
The quiet knock
Oil of Grape seed and desire
long fingers barely brushing
Deep sighs wrapped in warmth
Of abandon…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Imagery.....expression of emotions.good one