The saying goes; two's company three's a crowd
and chiefly, when leg rubbing secrets enshroud.
Automatically we're looking around
waiting for that, climatic-moments, embrace.
Wanting discerning others may look, dumfound
that says we're headlong falling into disgrace.
Let's, not-go-further I can't pull back the brake.
Touch me; I'll do what I can to partake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem