It was stifling in bed yet you
lay with a sheet undulating
with your breath, like a sail
in a gentle breeze.
I thought you were asleep until
I saw your hand move to where
your garden blooms, and your
smile said you weren't.
I saw your hand move to where your garden blooms, and your smile said you weren't. Rachel Ann Butler
You say much in few words, erotically and with a smile. Beautiful poetry. love, Allie xxxxxxxxx
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I would like to translate this poem
Kia ora Jerry Great to see Dads poem being used. I do have some concerns regarding the use of his work. Can you contact me please so we can discuss these. Nga mihi Rob Tuwhare Executor The Estate of Hone Tuwhare