When she gives me her hand
she undresses my fingers
And yet do I desire
that inner contact with my hands
Even when she touches me
with one finger only
I still become weak,
and red in the face from blushing
She is smiling, but is't going
the way it should?
I really don't know,
but will keep on trying
over, and over, and over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite expression of feelings of first love nicely portrayed. Thanks a lot. This is so real.