She lays there, forehead damp,
chestnut hair fanned out,
content smile playing on her lips,
slender legs sprawled,
the taste of pleasure
still upon her.
Candlelight playing on her skin,
hazy look of knowledge known,
contentment in great measure,
sounds of night time filtering in,
slowly, soflty, sleep greets her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem