It's quiet in the street
someone is splashing
in the bathroom
So small and soft as you
are lying beside me, too beautiful
to wake up
and make love by the open window
yes we're doing it, are you?
But not now, my love
must sleep, I wish he had
a blood-filling dream of me
then I would slide
over him, very carefully
I feel him inside me
and hold my breath
oh oh just a minute
unnoticeably
till I get there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
must sleep, I wish he had a blood-filling dream of me then I would slide expressions of desire well portrayed. tony