Smooth velvety like surface
hot and cozy as a teddy
bears body. Chills run up
the spine nothing
like the feel of a first
touch to pure passion.
Heavy breaths lips parting
tounges caress yes, I feel
it something never before
against my breast.
Can it be my first real
feel to a mans touch
sending me to pure
ectasy. Or is it just another
try to get where many
want to touch?
(dedicated to L)
(9-5-06)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem