Silk down my chest
Silk is my breast-
A heart of breath
Beating as one,
The beauty one.
Your heart expects this,
Hearth, my hands
Mellifluous your breast-
Neck, I kiss
Your rosy lips
A leg pardon,
I kiss again.
Permanent caress
Hand silk-silhouette
Inter - body lines
Your sacred sex
My protected guest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Rick. Scott here, looking for you for awhile. I moved back to SLC from Seattle. Look me up at abandonvehicle dot com. I hope you are well and still playing your bass! ! !