Really, those lips were so much for my to handle
Like kissing a cloud, misty and smooth
Very round and supple, very smooth, very wet
And breathing half with my heart, half with my head
I lost the pace and was immobilized with her lips
AAAAAHHHHHHHH, to breath again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this short piece rather droll and feel it says a lot. Every pair of lips kisses differently, certainly. And like a cloud...I'm trying to feel that. And I think most of us, at least once in our lives, have been 'caught' in a long kiss, thinking, 'when will this be over? '! : -)