I can't wait to steal your gentle gaze.
How I miss the wind between each strand of your soft hair.
And the golden gasp of mist on your breath.
I yearn TO kiss your love stained supple cherry lips.
SIP by sip by sip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not to be self indulgent but I love my own POEMS. Yes, that's also shallow.: -)