Your heart rate starts to increase and you can't controll your breathing.
But yet you're taking it slow...
Your hands start wandering and he smells so good, you can't speak.
But yet you're taking it slow...
Your body starts speaking and everything that used to be wrong is now right all because of one night..things happen even if they shouldn't.
But yet your're taking it slow...
One thing leads to another and was you start there's no stoping.
But yet you're taking it slow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
slow is the way to go sometimes. It allows the greatest joy..