Her Honeydew melon-colored face turns towards me, too slow
She pauses, with me, and she smiles, her face begining to glow
Each strap of her dress, flows off gently-her eyes holding to mine
Her fingertips move her dress downard, revealing her bosom's line
Off it goes, and she reveals to me-her radiant nude temple
She takes my hand and brings me close, but my mind begins to meddle
Unconsciuosly, I pull away, and her smile snaps away
She looks away melancholingly as i begin to stand
'Im sorry dear, ' I say with dread, 'but today is not the day.'
As i head out the door-we both know that that day may never come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem