Her softened fingers were touched
By her sleeping tongue
And the candle was silenced
As room filled with smoke.
The bitter taste of her lips
Cushioned the moment
And the air became thicker
As she removed her coat.
I felt the fire on her skin,
Cleansing my heart
And our bodies became weak
As we welcome the end.
The screams fell silent by night,
She dressed herself
And retired from the room
As she'd earnt her wage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dude i'm not sure if i understood this.. is this about a pros...but if it is...its beautifully written...