The ciggarette hisses,
in between our kisses,
slowly burning,
i am yearning for you.
bodies still warm,
lying together,
the dawn breathes,
gently blowing the
fresh fallen leaves.
There is nothing in this
world but us,
legs entwined,
sweet smells lingering
from last nights lust.
I and the ceiling gaze
down upon you,
magnetised to your eyes,
and your smooth sensual sighs.
Sometimes the world feels fine,
as long as our legs stay entwined.
This is a nice poem Vince my Man, , keep-em comin....I'm goin for a smoke hahahaha
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I would like to translate this poem
oh what a wonderful sensual poem it's going straight onto my favourites..but cigarette..not double g