Her taunting power
The splendor of her soul augments my interminable desires
Every osculation is a demonstrative of our unfurling fires
To say a tall tale might be my tormentor forever
To her my wobbling hands never says ever
Every time I fall into the ocean of her immature cerise,
My fervent heart melts to a mare berry
My life turns to a wild of mystery
I am falling into her tormented ferry
I cherish her unrivalled knowledge
Loving her unconditionally is my solace
Al rather my slice of her sledge
Forever I vow to dwell in her glorious palace!
With every touch I receive
My darkest scenes scream in unstinting glare
I outlook on the roof to give in but all I can see is my Eve
Honestly I fall short of what to say
Holding my fires is my only move
My soul dawns waiting to drink in her ocean
Or maybe I will wait till the end of time! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem