I need your kiss
on these yearning lips.
Your touch hurts
but it’s my every thirst.
I can’t think;
you’re distracting me.
You don’t have to guess
we’re in one big mess.
We’ve lost our minds
but we’re on the same side.
This kind of love
is getting kind of rough.
If this is hell,
this is one story to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem