Your throb and her heartbeat pulsate in rhyme
yet your minds thought of something very wrong;
insisting that the night is the right time
to let you taste the weakness that's so strong.
Till you savor the joy of peak to climb;
only to regret what you've waited long.
Why would she ever embrace you again?
Didn't you know that link is hard to trim?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this beautiful write.