I think of him
When he is away...
I hunger
I yearn
I lust
But when I am graced with his presence
He gives me exstacy
Raw passion that falls upon my lips from his
I am waiting for him to come home...
To dive into the fire with him by my side
It's just
How many minutes... Hours... Or days will I have to wait to be warm again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems marital love. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks