Imagining her hands on me
Her hands smooth like a pillow
Hanging on my shoulder
Moving over my head and hair
She is tempting me towards her
Her hands with deep magic
Is tempting me towards her
Like a magician she is yes
An everlasting flower
With the scent named love
The scent i like the most
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem