Monday, April 10, 2006

I am thirsting for smooth love

My flower, my lovely professor,
Let’s now see how love feels.
Stop messing your mind
Talking only of love.

Bring here the glasses of wine,
Sit here in my lap, my peach.
I am thirsting for sweet wine,
I am thirsting for smooth love.

Read Khayyam's love verses to me.
Let me nibble at peaches while
I slowly savour sips of wine.
It’s heavenly here under the tree.

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