I love you— my way—
I am hungry to pound on you
thirsty to drink you; crazy to tease you;
as always— my nails on your bosom
lips on your sweetness; blood in your heart.
I love you— secret way
dark way; dusky way
kinky way; twisty way
curvy way; stormy way.
I love you all way; anyway;
all— that is my way.
I miss your every bit—
the warm blood; the weary sweat
the loud moan; the shrilled cry;
the shudder; the quiver; the quake
the calamity; the devastation
the life; the death; the re-birth
everything; every bit of thing.
Yet I know—I don't love you;
I don't love you enough.
I am searching some expression stronger than—
pounding heart; thirsty soul
crazy mind; dark desire; secret wolf.
I am working on it— day in day out
to love you little more; little more and more.
I want to love you the way—
I touch you— and you stop your breathing.
I want to love you the way—
I smell you— and your flesh is already in my teeth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem