My loins are longing to link
up with yours. Do you think
there's a chance you could give
me a glance or even a call?
I'm so hungry for your touch.
I think it has been much too long
that we have been apart. My heart
is yours, and the rest of me as well.
Can you tell that I can't wait
to see you again? Can you tell me
when you will be back? Please
let it be soon; I can't wait until fall.
Sweet-worded turns of phrase. The very raw urgencies seemingly whirling within the affectionate lover's soul appear to lend the whole piece a strongly palpable tinge of petrifying throb: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-versed Belle Bravo! ! ! !