The warm breeze
of ecstasy
caressed my naked body,
holding me suspended
in a cloud like haze.
Embracing,
every climactic moment,
I found myself,
joyously amazed.
By eboneee
The warm breeze of ecstasy speaks about wonderful expression here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and it's getting better with age thanks Melvina
Thank you for the comment Loke Kok Yee.....