Resonating within your lips,
Plain it was to see, a longing to kiss.
Physically sweet, it would be to taste,
I wonder, without haste would our lips waste,
No time to waltz in a kiss under the night.
For such as is nectar to a bee,
We are the moth to each other’s flames.
Never being able to resist ones electrifying,
Touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem