Firelight is dancing 
on warm silken skin 
where an oil painting is crafted 
with delicate strokes; 
her glowing blue embers 
reflect in cool amber eyes, 
engaging the depths 
of his smoldering soul. 
A gentle persuasion 
of water-fall kisses, 
an inviting touch 
lays kindling over ashes; 
a spark, then a flame, 
his spirit reignited, 
then slow teasing brushes 
paint burning desire 
on ivory satin skin 
as firelight dances.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    