I'm waiting for you
to touch me in places I can not say
I'm waiting for you
to add a surreal explosion to my day
I'm waiting for you
to sip on the juices of early spring
awww to cover the blades with the warmth we bring
O that day or night I spend with you
might be a blessing you`ll never forget
and dare I say it bold and clear
we`ll have nothing to regret
I`m waiting for you
By: Melvina Germain
Date: Jan.23é2016
Does this mean we are supposed to guess the spots? bottom of foot? spleen? behind the right calf? between the toes? Am I close?
Wow! Mr. Agape I wasn't thinking of any of those places. the bottom of my foot would tickle ouuu not good, spleen? awww no! hmmm behind the right calf, why right I wonder and between the toes would annoy me, nope none of those places.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm, a little taste of springs nectar, is enough to burst the lips of flowers. Melvina you may be waiting for someone, to touch you, but your doing a good job touching back. As I write this spring is in the air, and theirs a lot of flowers smell.