Touch me.
Not as chore, but to make my heart race.
Talk to me.
Not about the weather, but to make me blush.
Look at me.
Not because I'm here, but because you cannot help it.
Kiss me.
Not as a ritual, but as a need.
Love me.
Not as thy neighbor, but because you must.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem