Mmm,
get me,
speak to me,
hold me.
Mmm,
the taste of your tounge,
the feel of your palms,
the smell of your neck,
the kiss of your lips.
Keep me,
take me,
with me.
Give me,
sweet.
Sweet,
its your eyes in the darkness,
its the way your hugs zoom me in and
surround me into you.
The way your kisses though,
they are the best of all.
They say a thousand words with out one.
Present liplock,
and sealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem