Why must you taunt me?
Why do you tease me?
Is it fun to torment me?
Your shy accented voice
Whispers seductively in my ear
Telling me what I want to hear
Your ingenious intellectual mind
Writes loving creative things to me
Reading what I long to be written for me
Your smooth strong hands
Caressing my body gently
Granting my deep dark desires
Your muscular tan arms
Wrap around my body lovingly
Holding me in a way no one else can
Your perfect full lips
Touch mine just barely
Giving me the bliss I only dream of
Your deep brown puppy dog eyes
Bore into mine showing your true self
Letting me travel where few have gone
Your messy slick black hair
Fun to play with
Letting my hands tussle your hair
Why must you taunt me with your eyes and lips?
Why do you tease me with your perfect body?
Is it fun to torment me with your succulent voice and mind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem