Trilling chains pulling slaves
In you beauty wave, I crave
Sinking from your swathing asset
Your burnished lips to dwell in sleek
A stroke from your velvety touch
I dream a trance surpass than still
In your crutch I fall asleep
For you again I creep and weep!
(WRITTEN FOR MY MOM)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a feather touch poem for your mother, Sania...soft and sweet...she must like...10