Down in New Orleans.
Back among the magnolia trees.
A rendezvous at midnight.
Under the golden moonlight.
We lay by the river in our lover's place.
You hold me in the darkness.
Me lost in your warm embrace.
Your kisses a sweet caress,
love should happen like this.
With only starlight to witness
your body in hot demand
as mine comes apart in your hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
creative, romantic poem.