How lovely she looks by the firelight there
Voluptuous woman with her raven hair.
With beckoning finger: hey plowman draw near,
In low loving murmurs she whispers his ear.
There's a furnace within her where great fire burns
Her smooth skin glows hotly; a wonderment churns
In heart of the plowman who grows in desire
At the smoldering temptress who sets him on fire.
And into the cauldron unheeding they go
United in rhythm as hot as it's slow
Till dawn by the fire in mutual embrace
The passion-spent plowman has sight of her face.
Love and passion for beauty is painted in this lovely poem in such an attractive style that its reader is hypnotized.
A nice poetic imagination, Terry. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem..... Her smooth skin glows hotly; a wonderment churns... Nice artwork