I 'had' this thing for you.
Something I knew.
But you wont.
Something that grew.
But don't,
Think of me in that way.
Since it will never be admitted.
And I am in and out of it,
When it is convenient...
To keep my feelings for you hidden,
Clean and lustfully obscene at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine write you have made to think in and out of this poem with vigour...........