The king touches me.
He has touched my lips.
He has touched my hips.
My waist is stuck to his.
My eyes are for him to see.
My hair is for his silky, soft mind
that slips and ponders through my sheets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again I love your flow. Looks like you are developing your style and in time your poetry will explore further being more expansive. Keep writing