A Taste Of Love (Written In 2003) Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

human passions,
taste of love

sweet prolonging the arm,
casually we are entertaining oneself

kind of nothing more weren't needed
because after what, when with night, we are watching

our intricately wrapped
around oneself, bodies

it certainly, only this I need
when I am tilting the head

you want for me to tilt sky
in order to let in on the secret

hidden under the pillow of blissful dreams
in reality you already have me almost

and I am playing with your fire
what not burn me

but, to the face for me with you, when body
is on fire, I am sighing and laughing

and now from happiness you are shedding tears
darling... exactly you

human passions
bowl of love...