He knows
Where to touch
He knows
What to do...
With his lips
All over me
He says:
I Love You.
I know what all he touches
I know how well he does...
Ceding to his
Explorations...
I open up my lips ~
Down and up above.
Giving him the freedom
To fill me with his love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He knows how to move me He knows how to fill me He knows how to tell me that all the love outer are only burning matter but, the touch of reality is just inside the mortality........... just too deep for touches to conquer like the hands of midnight clock they just stay there and relish the meals of emotions felt together, tears welling together, sadness killing together............