The same warmth that lingering this room
The thoughts of nostalgic memories
The feeling of lustful touches
The scent of the last session of the dream
Warm breath that crawled allover my skin
Lit all the hidden lust from my head
Soft touches that landed on my body
Merge my self-consciousness and desire into one piece
The room which those triggered
Full of passionate atmosphere
The scent that dwells in the room
Retelling the story of 'last night' us
Oh, my little honest heart!
Be patient and let's wait for the moment
For the feeling of the flight of desire we've done
To fill me up again someday, I believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem