Anticipation,
Two hands clasp together,
skin sticking to leather,
Hard breathing
no longer seething.
Soft words and hard hands,
Steady rythem of the bands,
He loves her but she hates him
He thinks its fate,
She's just using him....
I too think it is awesome.. love the truth in it.. happens to the best of us
hahahaha, sadly nice, wish no one be in he's place really good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice piece. i like it a lot