I love the look that's in your eyes
when we're lying close together.
Gentle warmth with a hint of smile
telling me you love me,
just a little bit.
I love our long slow kisses,
lips and tongues so softly
caressing one another
while breathing breaths
that thrill me deep inside.
And then your eyes once more,
with their matchless message,
that I am loved,
by you,
just a little bit.
You are loved by many Red.....maybe not in the same type of way....but very surely loved. Don't forget to count me in the many. My hand is up....Love Roobs xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happiness consists in contentment. Nice poem