Walking slowly trough your back yard so numb to the point where everything was so perfect and never wrong.
Opening you front door so carefully that I was afraid to make a noise, hush, hush and get in.
Making love in silence so no noise would bother us and would not disturb the moment of lust.
Hush and don’t kiss and tell, keep it to you self and don’t tell to nobody else, pretty much hush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem