The bedroom is set
for comfort and convenience
in pastel colours with paintings
hanging on the walls
her fingers, tongue and mouth
like butterflies
are fluttering over my whole body
letting passion build up and up
and her naked body
throws a shadow on the wall
where candles give light with flickering flames,
with her supple body being gracious and slim
almost looking as a mural,
that by itself gets energy and life
when moments and eternity
stretches out between the two of us
with her hot breath
softly blowing against my cheek
she moves slowly with rhythm,
purposeful and without haste
making of every moment
a masterwork of passion and pleasure
and hissing sounds
turn into moans of pleasure and joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem