I try to seduce her with my words
but she never shows interest.
She turns her back to me and sleeps.
28 cm waist of her has given birth to her body.
I go up and see her naval to sleep.
Her breasts are waiting like two beautiful conchs.
I love her throat first, kiss it twice.
Then i again come on her waist and stand there.
Her thighs have gone downwards like two roads.
Walking on these roads i proceed
i touch fingers of her legs.
I see one sleeping island is burning like a lamp
but I come back ignoring it.
Now her body is awake.
Looking at her once i’ve thought that she is right.
My poems need bodies too.
Otherwise I’ll never go to her again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem