Hearts racing in the still of the night
rasping breath caresses my eardrums
satisfaction tingles my fingertips
symphonies of three million roar
concertos of angels on their ethereal instruments
angry dust falls scatters and clutters the floor
left there without a care
for us to leave our footprints of love
leaving our own memory for the world to cherish forever
two bodies intertwined in memorium of days gone by
shivering in gods beautiful orgasm of adoration
hot, sticky, conquered
my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I suppose, if one is going to post a poem. It should be one like this. More than pleasure to read and more than imagination revealed. GW62