After making love
the moments drag out
while I am still in you
the moments clasped in your womanhood
while you look up at me
with those dreamy eyes
feels like a eternity
and the rising of your small breasts
with their red aroused nipples
the tenderness of your look and touch
is something really sweet
a kind of serenity
for which I cannot find any words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem