My love is so eager
To share itself with yours
And so bashful
But the freak in me wants to keep my eyes open
Your face becomes the room I give myself to you inside of
Eager to give pleasure
Because I want you to know you're doing it right
Doing me right
Why am I scared of being done?
Done by you?
I've been finished for this world long before us two toppled mountains
And so if you were to reach out and touch me
Like despair
Why can't I let you see
That you are my happiness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem