We must be silent,
none is to know
or have suspicion
that there be
a thought amiss.
Let us rejoice
that darkness is
our trusted friend
and our voice
is now a whisper,
a romantic blend
of words that kiss
while bodies bend
in ecstasy,
though not for show
as deep inside
none would suspect
to find a foe
still half erect
not there to hide
but to assert
through carnal spurt
and lack of shame
his final claim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem