Me and you in this boudoir
is like
music that comes
sweetly from the trembling string
when wizards and fingers sweep.
Me and you on this bed
is like
the sight of the birds that awakens the desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha ha ha thats a very lovely poem, i admire the title too, i really enjoyed reading it The_African_Son