Her eyes of honey and hazel captured my heart without asking she took me,
without moving she shook me and
I long to feel her touch.
Her smallest caress
relieves me of stress
with only a kiss
she leaves me in bliss and
I long to be in her warmth.
Like the warden of her garden I spread open the pedals of her most precious flower and gently devour her.
Savoring the moment, tasting her passion, summoning her juices as it drips down my lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem