I wasn't prepared for you
and I've nothing to say,
as you smoke my cigarette
in a precarious way-
with your lips touching my fingers
my lungs run out of air;
I fear my heart stops beating
as I graze your facial hair.
I watch you inhale my smoke
while I inhale my fate.
I'm irrevocably attracted
and in a purgatorial state;
of blinding passion and adornment
I cannot deny or escape.
I wasn't ready to fall for you
but the feelings would not wait.
read more of your posts, you have a talent to be proud off, enjoyed your words smiffy
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I would like to translate this poem
so beautiful, i love your poems