My sweetheart lays asleep in her bed, on a goose feather pillow she had rested her head
Her half naked body wrapped in a white velvet sheet, her face was flushed red from the heat
Her golden tanned skin glowed in the dark, but the bruise on her shoulder had left her a mark
Her sweet sweat glittered as bright as a candle, her long brown hair was drawn back into a bundle
As she slowly turned in her soft double bed, the thought of making love did come to my head
As the white velvet sheet slid to the floor, revealing her nakedness forevermore
She whispered in a soft clear voice, MY LOVE COME TO BED, but the voice in my head, to my lusty dream had put an end
Saleh Ben Saleh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Had it not been a dream, it would have been really enjoyable.Really a dream of ecstasy.
My apologies for the late reply and thank you very much for your lovely comment