I would beg steal or borrow, just to hold you for one more tomorrow. Loving you a life time in that one day, telling you how much you mean to me is what I would say. Look into your brown eyes, wishing to be between your thighs.
I will beg steal or borrow, before one more second of sorrow. I wish we can take a walk in the park till long after dark and go home to shower, light up a candle that smells of a flower. Make love on the bathroom floor, tell you it's you I adore.
I will beg steal or borrow from death, so I could call out your name before my last breath. Tell you I love you as I look into your eyes, taking that opportunity before this heart of mine dies. I hear the angels calling my name, I have no regrets or shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are written in a different format than I'm use to, but the content is easily under stood and has great rhyme, keep it going.