Perhaps my expectations were too great
Or my ideas to high
But the taste of your lips so warm and soft
Fill my body with delightful passions
I can feel myself come alive
Giving into my animal instincts
The smell of your hair and
The tenderness of your breast
Make me glad that I am a man
The arch of your spin
And the sweat on your brow
Lets me know that you need me
Even if your love does not
For at just a small glorious moment I know
That I hold more than I could ever dream
When I hold you in my arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem