Do you have any idea
of what you do to me,
with that look that drives me mad?
The glance that tells me
of wine tasting kisses
and a touch of silky cool...
Held rapt in that gaze of forest whispers
a shudder...
a gasp...
inhaling you
fingertips drifting
to a warm inviting flower essence,
petal soft and waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each verse sends shivers of pleasure down one's spine. Well written. Really like this one.