Bitter bitter cold
I stand like a wax mould
In my arms you fold
I hug you in a tight hold
You warm me up
take away my cold
I give you deep kisses on your mouth
that no body ever heard of in north or south
I give you kisses on your breasts
that nobody could imagine in east or west
you take away all cold
when in my arms you fold
and I love you in my hold.
Our love story for ages
again and again will be told
to the shy lovers
who never feel bold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A passionate lover is never bothered about the extreme cold weather conditions. Thanks for sharing a brilliant poem.
You deserve a lot of credit for inspiring me to put together a string of playful words. Without your 'bitter cold' poem, my poem would have never seen the light of the day. Cheers.