Its wild side,
My love could never explain it.
Running deeply of the core.
Thinking of more,
with you I could not say it.
Could you not say it by your hands.
Artist opening the ground.
Ground moving and jolt.
The moon always rising my love.
Pleasure in your eyes.
Yes how I
'Seek',
pleasure around your red lips.
With the covers around my timid head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem