In This Steaming Summer Night. Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

... as she's looking into my eyes,
responding to the glare in my sight,
the world's turning into paradise
in this steaming summer night.

And in that look I see everything,
the life's cry, passion, desire…
and instincts, wild and dire;
I am ashamed, but rejoicing.

And I extend my arm before I shun,
in which hers wants to fay,
and as if I can hear her say:

"You're mine, I'm yours, we are one! "
we share a look, touch and breath,
we share desire, joy and fret.