Armoured in glamour she was defenceless still when bound
Willingly to play – Unveiling the serpent’s eye she looked naught less than surprised
To meet with such throbbing an evil bearing unique with the innocence of adolescence.
Still I long to know you, and for you to take from me this purity I keep
Still I long to know you, and for you to wake beside me from your sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem