And like a puppy dog he follows me,
His eyes, fixed on every move I make, seemingly.
I turn around, and there I find and see,
Him walking, or standing, right behind me.
To the bedroom, the bathroom,
From the kitchen to the hallway,
He follows me, from the living room.
His eyes, sad, gloomy, longing in some way.
Did you miss me, I say, somewhat curiously.
Yes, I did, he replies, quite like a child, shyly.
He caresses and plays with my hair,
As I ask, what are you doing there! ?
Steels a touch, brushing against my skin, he thrusts,
And then presses me tighter, against his bust.
Saying I just want to look at you, a little bit longer,
Not wanting to ever leave without you, yonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Gina, you have described very well the kind of relationship so many long for, yet one has to work at those kind of relationships. I enjoyed this wonderful poem and I wish you continued love and happiness. I just posted my poem An Old Soldier along with the musical recitation. If you have time, please check it out and let me know your thoughts. Thanks, Loyd