My hand on your bare thigh
against the hard stone wall
pierced
hot sand slides under the sole of your feet
the silk slides
moist legs touch
fingers linger
the sandal strap digs across the palm
your hand
held down
silver bracelet
encircled by my fingers
restrained
the sand shifts round
taut fabric
I open you out
precious flower buds
for sipping bees
or wasps
licking the ripe fig fruit
I think if I had read this one before I would have been much less surprised my dear. x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One healthy bit of eroticism!