He gazes in
My eyes.
He loves to see
My smile.
I glitter in his mind.
He holds me close.
Long.
Tight.
Not forceful,
But gentle, soft.
The warmth of his b o d y
Up against m i n e.
I do not
Protest.
I may even
Enjoy it.
Savor It.
Possibly
Want more.
His hands glide
Up
and
Down,
Up
And
Down
My
Skin
Sending sparks
Up
And
Down,
Up
And
Down
My
Body
I catch his eye,
Big, chocolate brown.
They smile,
I smile back.
But, I soon realize,
His heart has a
h o m e
And it's not inside of
m i n e
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how terribly sad. yet how terribly accurate. i think this is one of the poems a lot of people are likely to be able to identify with. thank you for sharing.