“Another time and in another place, ”
Was what my dear woman would say to me,
While kissing my way to her neck and face,
“I’m not in the mood, my dear, can’t you see? ”
She’d ask, looking at me seriously.
I asked, “Don’t you wish to be satisfied? ”
“Oh I am; with my lover, ” she replied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem