naked as a little creek..
mouth to mouth, hand to hand,
and every tremor comes from you..
gives a more sweetened kiss,
with its memeories keeps coming to me..
every day, every moment..
was in a dream, or was in a wakefulness..? ?
sure that was a dream,
wish for it to be true...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem