Restless is this heart of mine for it knows how to beat to the rhythm of her love.
Inside of me beating out of control when she is near. Her touch. Our stare. This Love.
Knowing that every step closer could not only forever take my chance at love but also my life I still proceed. I pursue her.
Kiss’s of passion from the lips of the one have never tasted so true. Soft. Wet. Passionate.
Inspired by her every word. Her every look. Her every touch. Her soul. My forbidden fruit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem