I'm not dead yet,
my hands still feel...
where are your breasts
when I knead them...
my feet still feel,
cause they ache even
when you rub them...
my heart still feels...
like it's going 90 miles
an hour cause you
walked into the room...
and I still feel...
like our love is new
although years have passed
and I must remind you
that I'm not dead yet...
I just feel like my feelings
are feeling better when
we feel each other.
A very nice poem, love is amazing to me, yet remote! Ha! Catie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lots of emotion here, Coach, and passion in your poem. I enjoy your work. A '10! ' always. Warm Wishes, Marilyn