Deemed hussy, dost have the tainted love of many,
yet Crimson lips yearn to lie their mark upon such divinity,
a goddess among the sexed,
she dost retain the skill of pleasure,
I need not pay in gold, but only showers of love,
Money is'nt needed when sauvity is known.
Gold are for fools, love are for the lonely people suffering...This little poem say so much, well done for making my brain explore the unknown...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think there is imagery I see the word hussy I suspect - Anyways, as always this poem is a brook of thoughts - A great promising poem - Hats off to the poetess!