Are you happy when he looks at you?
When your supple body comes close to his,
When you catch his scent in the air.
You say you'd never love him, but I think not
You're just too anxious, he's just too hot.
It'll happen, but you'll regret.
There it is - I'm done - I've said it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem