Everytime you come near me I think oh my,
As soon as you enter my bubble I feel so high,
Our lips touch and its so intence,
But we havn't even entered that stage im ashamed,
To having to think about you in this way,
An issue some would say,
I struggle with it day by day,
You would say I use you for a purpose,
I struggle in the begginging but in the end its worth it,
My tactics are as deadly as a cobras strike,
But being the cobra I play for the night,
And as my vemon courses through your body, Thats the end of the fight. -AC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one, except for play for the night. Still good