it was hormonal
brief
mechanical, no words are wasted, no lies, no promises
no imagination at all about
what is eternity
no fireworks, it was not a celebration of something else,
we did not even kiss, we evaded any gaze, we pretended the usual
eyes closed, not a moan, just plain rubbing and pressing and
holding some parts of me and some parts of you
tightly
and then we loosen the hold, you fall from a height, i stay as is
keep my posture looking to the sky without stars
light comes it from a hole of the window
it is the beginning of day
earling morning, and we are still the lazy ones feigning sleep
as the maids tinker the kitchen &
soon the sound of breakfast shall be signalled by a bell
we do not care anymore
when shall we ever learn not to keep pretending
frankly speaking, i still have this pain
of not ejaculating
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ok, that's different.nice also.