I made you climb up
on the camel.
You leaned on me
and we drove through
the desert in the scorching heat.
I imagine that you are the pretty
princess of the Arabian tales.
In the rocky Caverns
of my secret palace
I invited you lovingly.
You came running to me
into my arms and……
when the morning rays fell
you were still naked
and you did not know it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery sensuous!