She twisted and she turned.
She was dark,
Mysterious and Beautiful.
Her hand entwined in mine.
Perfect skin.
So soft to touch.
She coated her lips in gloss.
I anticipated,
The passion in her kiss.
She smelt of Channel.
A princess,
In a kingdom of pain.
She lit her cigarette.
We smoked.
Sublime and enchanting.
Her forehead touch mine
Eskimo kisses.
So Sweet to taste.
I watched her sleep.
I dreamed aloud.
Together?
Her voice and mine.
The distant echoes,
Our worlds awake and turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem