Two minutes there held
dark eyes
a jaw sculpted of
ivory and the tint of lip
so entirely endearing.
Five minutes past before
I caught her in my gaze
and followed every curve
as though it were meant for me….
There..
Her eyes met mine
our hips found a rhythm
beyond pretense
transcending falsity.
Her smile could turn
hate to love and passion
to ill conceived dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem