You came so close that I could smell you
Between those two perfect breasts
Scintillating smell wafting through
A tempting soft gully rests
Torn between feelings
Ages of concealing
You didn't know my mind
Stench... rotten...wild
I'm ashamed
Your trust is my prison
And guilt is my poison
I kill my own desires and grind
Undisclosed feelings that i find
I'm condemned to.........
Hhhhmmm - the fragrance of forbidden love... good poem, Saurabh Som...I like the lines: 'your trust is my prison and guilt is my poison..' Yuri *
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
last para of this is very good... it shows yr strength.... power of words n expression :)