Risque ala Rome
~~~
Stop tickling me!
Beloved, you make with howl with
laughter.
Oh, may we be forever just so in
the coming hereafter!
You make my head wild, as your
kiss on my hot neck spins.
Both my mind and soul just became
eternal soul-twins!
Let us stop being crazy in this
moment in Rome.
Or perchance, let's not.....and
let us never go home!
~~~
October 15,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem