In pink
Hey lady in the pink
-on the road, in breeze.
Walk fast so your dress
-moves in air like flame.
I love to see freeze
-thin cloth on your hip.
Your motion strikes a fire
-in my heart and brain.
Walk and walk and go on
-turn my night into day.
Your waving clothes and golden hair
-paint the birds flying formation.
In my hand have love seed
-send for you with the wind.
Fan fire of my lust
-kill me, make me kebab.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem