I get home tired at midnight,
With a peach on my hands;
I throw a peach on my couch;
I sit on the couch;
As I undress its soft skin;
Write love poem on the couch.
Thanks once again Lincoln for taking your time in reading my work. Much appreciate your feedback
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a thought provoking and an amazing poem wisely penned.10