The white little nightie
as a kiss of daisy
made of the innocent lips
The lace
woven by its white feathers
pleasuring the perfect shape
The straps
blown off by the rough impatience
rising the hills of amour
as goddess of Venus
The softness
thrown away posing the marble statue
sculptured by the touch of cherish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite an imagination!