Blinding lights switching off
Along the roads dark corner
Sweet-smelling perfume and smoke
Enticing, making heartbeat sober.
Boys and men ever curious
Of what it is beneath
Craving for what is glorious
Lustful eyes and body heat.
Beauty, and oh so pure!
Like a flower with thorns
Woman's passion could ever lure
A heart made of stones.
As the night turns to slumber
Secret Haven is yet glowing
Dancing lights captivate for surrender
To any weak man coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really good poem