I am not one to kiss and tell
Rather to kiss and write
This, was special
This, was magical.
As our lips locked
Hungrily exploring the other
I felt a cool breeze blow
On the back of my neck
Then without warning
It swept over me
It was strange
But it did feel good
Never had my body
Felt that way from a kiss
Never had i felt so connected
Never had my body responded this way to another
My knees grew frail with every passing second
My eyes glowed under my eyelids
My heart beat twice as fast
My back - this was the estuary for the
Sweat threatening to break
With every minute
My lips were perched on hers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem