I can't help
but to adore you.
your dangerous
your bad news.
Im terrified
Im sick.
But,
when you hold
my hand,
bite my neck,
flash me your
pearly whites,
stroke my thighs
and make me
laugh again.
I can't help
but too let
our troubles go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem