I hear the whisper of your flesh
calling me
from the depths of my soul
I want to move into you
the fingers of your warm breath
play upon my chest
my heart pounds relentless
and I shift
from sleeping
to insatiable
in this land of no definition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If this is kept up to the heights of this heated passion, there will be definition a plenty without question. Nice write.