sometimes i get tired figuring out
what you really mean
for yesterday you said you love me
and then we had a very warm night
in bed with dim lights and soft music
and then we curled and licked and
we said we love our connection
and we want this matter repeated
sometime
when we have the time
when we are free again
some other time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem