She slipped through crevices of my soul,
a blessed memory, longed to hold.
Twas not a fortnight since we shared,
in blissful pleasantry, sipped and dared.
My fair maiden, blush and supple skin,
long glittering hair against the wind.
Allow me to imbue, mellifluous words,
and sculpt your image deep within.
An Irish lilt beholds thy treasure,
so deep and soothing, she pleases me.
I'll not conform to idle leisure,
but yet wilt consume all of thee.
Erstwhile we laid, jaded in moonlight veil,
silk blades shimmering along a redolent dale.
O maiden of life's sweet opulent juice,
this felicity serves a royal muse.
Dance fair maiden, beneath me still,
soft rhythms of delicate nature be.
Thou art divine, my youth of love,
let me feel your essence cover me.
Your heat my energy doth absorb,
as I reach the pinnacle of this moment.
Join with me, fair maiden so sweet,
from the top of my head to my quivering feet.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Jan.13/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully put on paper " the sensual dance"