My tiredness was so deep
That I just had a good sleep
In this sunny, hot evening
In which I saw your nice lip
Shining like a diamond
In a Sahara sun, your blue
Eyes like Mediterranean
Sea and so hypnotising
Like a morning of winter.
Your skin, in the same
Sleep, was so brown
Like almond that I thought
It was nicely painted with
Cappuccino and also softer
Than Iranian rugs. I miss
Those delicious kisses I
Gave on your Bohemian,
nice neck, small, long and
Beautiful in this dream;
Your smile that gives
Appetites and power
To run even a mile,
And your angel
Voice like a seductive
Melody. Your wonderful
Breasts were really up like
A rocket, as round as criket
Balls, delicious like Irish
Baileys. This is my dream
Each second that I spend
Far from you seems to be
big hell while every second
You spend in my huge arms
My mind relaxes, I'm suddenly
Lost, very lost and find
Ourselves in mythological
And Divine Paradise where
We can enjoy our passion, our
Love in a new, clean planet
Under inspection of rose
Flowers, amazing birds
Or peaceful and lovely
Animals. Truly said a
Lover is a real SLAVE
OF IMAGINATION
And surprises as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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