Last night i went way to far,
running my fingers through his hair,
silky smooth locks of gold,
gently stroking my arm,
shivers race down my spine,
like horses on a race track,
i can feel each huve,
as they pound on my back,
i know its wrong but i keep on going...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if you went to far but it feels so right then you know it wrong you should write... a song that we could all sing along