I might not be beautiful,
But I could intoxicate you,
Melt through you like an aged Scotch Whiskey.
I could make you dizzy with how you make me feel.
That kind of happy can be tranferred from my eyes,
Straight to your heart.
I could disorient you with my kiss,
It would feel like flying!
The take off of lips first connecting,
Then deeper familiarity lifts us higher.
We would open our eyes and register surprise,
That our feet are still on the ground.
I don't need a perfect body to get you thirsty to drink me in,
You would savour my softness....my fullness,
I could make you drunk on me.
Just give me your lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem