Timing our togetherness to a nanosecond, every moment
being accounted for, tenderly and quietly walking hand
in hand, talking.
Listening as you keep whispering sweet nothings in my
ears, tempting desires to rise within me ever higher,
teasing me endlessly.
Wanting me to be ready for our next cycle of love making
when arriving home, continuing to entice and excite me
quietly, letting no one else know.
So in love, feelings mutual as we hold onto one another,
waiting for this party to get over with so we can go
home together, alone.
Knowing that our love will be fulfilling both of us
plentifully and fruitfully throughout the night and in-
to the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem