With a single touch
I felt the tingle
with a glance
I knew I couldn't go back.
Our time together was too
short
it was an interest
that brought us together,
that could last forever
and ever.
The moon was in our eyes,
there will be no lies.
You taught me so much.
Your touch will still excite
me.
It was not love we felt,
nor lust to be let out,
we had the same need
that already started to seed.
One day it may grow and
blossom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem