Velvet sheets, soft skin.
Backs to the wall,
skin to skin.
Love is our lust,
the lust to make love.
a toss, a tussle,
a touch on the cheek.
Vigerous and passionate,
simple and sweet.
A tender bite,
marking you mine.
If only, if only your
blood was sweet
When alls said and
done, the sheets
will be scattered
and all ill say is that
you always mattered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem I love it blake