Last night you kissed my breasts
and sucked my nipples
in deep intimate love.
This morning i saw my breasts
in the mirror of my heart.
There are dewdrops in my soul
and on my breasts.
it seems dewdrops took
the place of nipples.
How lovely my sweet lover! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
starved typo i am at times quicker than Niagara