The hairs on my arms
stand straight up
when your voice breathes
sweet nothings
next to my neck
My heart pounds
faster
when your hand
carresses mine
in one simple gesture
My mind races
thoughts of insanity
when your lips
come closer
to mine
My hand reaches
for you
when i realize
there is nothing
there
to hold on to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem