The rush hour traffic was trafficacious.
Keith Richards and I crossed a turn lane.
His eyes wandered on mine.
He grasped my hand, playfully messing around
like with the strings of a guitar.
Circling around the pond, it was eyecandy to have him hold me.
I thought to myself,
he's gonna kiss me.
Surely enough he did.
His kiss was vivacious at every exceeding wait.
The flaming stone was hot.
His red ribbon tied around his head was yo-yuck.
On a hot summer day we connected like waterworks
over a ridge.
He put a spell on me,
for every kiss was termicacious.
All I wanted was him.
Do you mean The Rolling Stones Keith Richards? Well if you do rock on, but if you don't that was great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im taking you're a stones fan-what apoem