A deep craving, injected in hormonal drive. A lust pumped by heart, beating fast, reaches to veins, stuns the brain. And in strain it passes the control to eyes, to face and fingers doing the rest. No words here, only the signs, an automated process, an ecstasy divine. A touch weights mountain here, determination and coldness of a mountaineer. Destination is to mount the body and the soul i.e. the top. Thou, thy, thine, I, my, mine... All the persons end here. The things that go further are love, respect and care. Though, there's one more dimension, called no strings attached in my mansion. Sounds kinda cool, eh? Fool around, but don't be fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem