I've desired and desired you ever since I don't know when. I felt surprised and privileged when you allowed me to quench my thirst over and over again.
So, why am I not satisfied?
Could it be that I've been a ‘slave to my desires' for so long that I no longer know what I want?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah, you have overworked me!