Nights are long and lonely at times, missing you my dear, holding
onto your love through the darkness, waiting to feel the pressure
of your arms holding me throughout the night, desires flowing un-
ceasingly.
Always filling me with the passion of our love uniting, sensuous,
erotic and made only for the two us us, a perfect balance of unity
and tenderness, acclimated to you and I alone, my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem