The kiss is a breath; panting for a touch of air
This kiss is almost a dare
Tempting, desirable sweetened taste
Tongue to tongue twist, saliva embrace.
The toffee’s of the chocked action
Almost an unforgettable attraction
For the creamy truffles; floating in heaven
Let them be: laying in a coma of urges.
Forever they be playing guitars
As they rhyme in riddles of loving love sounds
Mix of loving, love games
A burning of scarlet devilish flames
As they spit in slow-motion till they swallow their Juice
Spitting: “on each cherry-chopstick
She gave him the sweets of death.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem