I like to be with myself.
To feel your lips.
Your body next to mine
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,
with passion and madness,
forgetting the world outside.
Our bodies becoming only one.
musics, a thousand of secrets.
whispers, sheets in the ground.
Wine, whiskey, champagne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem