As I lay in bed, I close my eyes and imagine,
That you lay beside me with your head on my chest;
That I look deep in to those lustful eyes,
Those eyes that remind me, for who I would deny my place in heaven.
I remember those lips flowing through my skin,
And the way my Tung made you feel goose bumps.
How your hands made me feel more that alive,
And my finger showed you heavens embrace.
How our kisses would strip us of our clothing,
How our feet gave in to our passion.
And my back was the one that sustained our love,
How our hours on earth felt like seconds in paradise.
Then I open my eyes and realize that I’m alone,
That for the moment you’re not by mi side.
But my sorrow is for a mire instance,
For I will see you again, but until then I’ll close my eyes and imagine what I’ll do next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem