Kiss me
Hold me
Touch my soft lips
Tell me how they taste
Are they sweet?
Are they great?
Do you like them as much as you like me?
Are they what you dream of?
Because your’s are
Sweet, Great
I love when they touch my face
I never knew I would have a first kiss
Like this
You have me on a high that
I never want to be dismiss
But now the time has come for our kiss to end
I open my eye’s to see who you are
But it’s just my mind playing tricks on me again
Damn I will never get kissed
My dream has gone with the wind and the mist of my loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem