Tracing the lines of your lips
with my fingertips...
feeling the tenderness
of your caress...
knowing the soft warmth of your body
pressed firmly against mine...
tasting the sweetness
of your breath in our kiss...
whispering secrets to you,
and speaking volumes to you out loud.
Now you know
what I've been up to...
while waiting
for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A promising fantasy of a somewhat sensual anticipation might be better the the real thing. A thorough probe of your fantasy and I enjoyed this lead in to romance-well done