Your raven hair drapes
my bronzed back.
I attack your neck and
breasts, beamed by the
moonlight, I carry you to
Nirvana on a chariot made
of steel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poem on sensuality and passion. Does the word "ATTACK" not indicate "male supremacy? But in coitus, I believe, it is so, across all species..