There on the soft bed
she lays on her back-head,
upon the white pillow case
wears a silky nighties.
Even in slumber she is beautiful,
with an aura of innocence quite full.
Her countenance looks fresh in bloom
that gives romance to my old room.
Now it has turned into a vibrant nest
for love making I dare could be best.
With her I found excitement quite bold
as though I uncovered the centerfold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem