A storm of passion
infuses within their loins.
Their candle-light compassion
twirls their souls
like giddy tongues.
Blood and blood boiling.
His lips and her fingertips
aggravate lusty hips.
Their solid selves beg for more than this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giddy tongues. Delicious words and phrases, beautiful title. Soul stirring. Passion invoking. Lovely. Not sure about the extended last line - but then its something I do now and again so won't complain. I think I'm officially a fan! - really excited about it [looking forward to more et al]. Thanks for sharing.