“What would you like to do with me? ”
you ask.
I cup & kiss the breast
of the astonished naked statue
clothed only in moonlight
that struggles to escape my impassioned grasp.
“Mmm...I’m...suitably impressed! ”.
“Come here.. .”
you whisper
losing your dress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bringing a statue to life? With what, the heat of passion? Well done, when the statue is a real soman...whispering...'Come here.'