Hear my steps as I cross your mind.
Feel the tickling of my tongue slipping whispers of verses;
along your spine.
Gentle blowing escapes air and enters your heartbeat.
Quicken with each rhythmic beat as yoni grips and glides with each pulse.
Pause....
As, I run across your mind in the
mid-thought of a day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem