As her smile set beyond the hills
To an enfleuraging essence of rose hips
Linger there for just a bit
Breathing in and imbuing the senses
Promising to curl thy toes intensely
Making my way from lips to lips
A gentle caress of finger tips
Fragrant roses sway and dip
Flickering tongue and little nips
Her sacred nectar stirs to sip
Undulating as tension grows
Her howling wind starts to blow
Before my eyes a blooming rose
The scent of passion my nostrils seize
Like morning dew, on a gentle breeze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passionate with a touch of gentleness. Nice write. Baru Gobira