How I miss your special touch
and the lust deep in your eyes
the soft caress of your fingertips
and the warmth between your thighs
the magic of your lips and tongue
and the swelling within my head
the energy tween the two of us
ultimately parking in your shed
this special place you've shared with few
feels just like a dream
time stands still, together as one
words no longer needed, the truth is in the gleam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful. Well done. Regards, Seán