An act of guilt
Her head was on my shoulder
She slowly whispeeered
I could grasp what she meant
But I was under smell to be melt
I thought to preserve
And observe
Without making physical touch
My love was as deep as such
Her eyes only widened
Eye brows broadened
It took me in with pull
I looked so much fool
No, no but how to keep
Her charm so magic to make me sleep
I was sinking deep'
But she shall hold and peep
Such a woman in my luck!
From where she came and struck?
I make a point to convince
And make her to evince
What happens if I crush?
And rush
To enjoy her beauty
Will it be an act of guilty?
What happens if I crush? And rush To enjoy her beauty Will it be an act of guilty?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You really fooled good! ! ! I have no idea that you are gay too. thanks for loving me in secret. *') 18 Jul by Don Nguyen