She slipping on a pair of black lace panties
balanced now on one leg
reaches across to he
slipping on his shirt
both trying to still kiss the other
even as they dress
they both ungainly
stumbling
stumbling through the act of dressing and kissing
simultaneously
(something they haven't quite...
...perfected as yet)
the kiss happening just as
she closes the clasp on her bra
only to fall
into each other's arms
yet again
ending up in their original
state of undress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sigh... isn't love just the most divine feeling? ? I feel like a voyeur reading this. HG: -) xx