to remember the first time our eyes met
across a room of strangers
the first time I touched your hand
the memory of our lips and body which
moved as one
strings and bows are attached to the
mind of putty and mush
time has slipped so fast
my cries at night
dreams are raunchy and erotic
when we are together you lift me to
the heavens stage of pleasure and hips
perched on a mountain of snow
the wind around the heated and hearted
lovers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The wind around the heated and hearted lovers perched on a mountain of snow. An amazing view is wisely drawn here. This poem is really very brilliant and interestingly drafted. Wise sharing is done here really.10