It was so natural, almost no effort, nothing forced.
Feeling, surrender, active.
Such tenderness, such connection, such passion, it was like swimming in a lovely dream of passion.
Once, there, it was as if I was always there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was the ending of your poem, Xena. I recognized it immediately. It is very good, flows evenly, just like swimming under water. I like it in both. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn