I like to be with myself.
Remembering, dreaming.
To feel your lips.
Your body next to mine
in ecstasy.
Missing you!
Is that sin?
No. It is to dream.
It is to want to love
and to be loved.
To feel what I have never felt.
Inebriating you and to be enebriated
by your kisses in the moonlights.
Our lips going through our sweated bodies,
without fears,
with passion and madness,
forgetting the world outside.
Our bodies becoming only one.
Four walls,
musics, a thousand of secrets.
whispers, sheets in the ground.
Wine, whiskey, champagne.
a nice dream ha...feels wonderful...great poem..10 Ency Bearis
Secrets of the ages resideing in the strongest of walls tumble down even so no one can say this is not a good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To feel what I have never felt. Inebriating you and to be enebriated by your kisses in the moonlights. Rachel Ann Butler