Take my hand, you can trust me.
I can feel it- that lust for ecstasy.
Close the door, it’s so damn late.
And there’s no time to vindicate.
Follow me now up these stairs-
Long, dark hallway to anywhere.
You’ve got a lust for magic there inside
And this night is wicked, but glorified.
Let’s just say it- no, we don’t have to
Touch says enough when it’s impromptu.
So take my hand, let’s spend the night
And we can become infinite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jessy, you definitely have infinite talent. Great, as usual! Brian