Woah you're hot.
Too hot for me sometimes.
You sear my insides
Yet leave me quenched
But always sated.
When I'm away,
I yearn for your dusky,
Bitter sweet warmth,
Long to hold you
And miss you more than anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever play on words Kevin, never quite heard a cuppa described like this but I'm a tea- a- holic too so I'm with you on this one, 10 ++ Lynda xx