A mere sight
of your body,
lits me up
like a gas stove.
So Red hot
I can feel fire,
blazing urge
getting crazy.
Such feeling
can't be gentle,
demanding
this lust not love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Does that ''T'' come with or without Honey? ! LOL! Fine penning, Marvin!