When you lay on my breast like upon a pillow
and dreams are slowly sneaking into your thoughts
then I want to go along
to somewhere deep into your soul.
I want to see the glory of your soft hair
that is spread gold-blonde on me
and catch the smell of it.
I want to catch your breath against my cheek,
feel your heat against my body
and I do want to know that you are mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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