It's dark, beyond black.
A warm breeze drifts in.
Sparks crackle as senses mass at the gate.
The rustle of satin on silk, skin on skin.
Mumbled nothings and whispers float on the night air.
Sweet scents and sweat mingle and blend.
Hot breath rushes as muscles arch to the strain.
An exquisite slide into ecstasy.
The warm breeze hints of rain. Peace.
So dark, beyond black.
Oh that we could stay the dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem