Tasting the pinkness of your lips as they yield a ripe nectar all their own
The stamp of your fingerprints cover my skin
There isn't a place unexplored on this map
Eyes locked leads to the intermingling of desires
Clenched fists grab covers for support
2 worlds collide and the aftermath is filled with a satisfied silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Vaughn. Very kind of you.