On that creative night
I had burst into a plethora
Of such fine expressions
That could put a doting poet's
Erotic prosody to shame.
Trembling to your touch,
In your hands I had become
A novice's innovative poetry
Slithering in lyric and tune,
When u kissed my cheek, my neck...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these monologues are high on feminine sensibility...