A little of you each day brings sweat and nausea,
Once bitten twice shy I lust deeply for you,
But you flow to flout my very existence,
Seduced to quiver I live only for you.
Lips touch and you turn red to blue in primers,
Don't worry it is kinky for first timers,
Gladly I would lick beads of perspiration,
And hold your soul to ransom with perfection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘…Don't worry it is kinky for first timers, …’ Timers = both beau and damsel …may suppose…as without apostrophe Nice imagery on smooch Voted 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK