His naked body
lying in my bed
I smell his scent
strong, masculine
his touch sensuous as silk
merging into mine,
a coyote howls
in the soft moonlight.
The paradox of masculinity and silken sensuality. The howl of the coyote, the moonlight and moment of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW....All the ingredients and images of a romantic episode packed in this little sensuous poem...loved it.