It begins with my drifting inward
letting go of the dirty little secrets
sucked from my head his thought
telling him where to begin I will not
ever think of an ending for him.
I know that he knows that I know
he knows I've been thinking.
It is not to cold nor warm just right
I feel something I know what I wish
it was but it's not it's the other
thing I dread even more.
I cannot move..lifeless I lay there awake
smelling something not me
shaking panting no one hears my breath but he.
My toes feel wet something rough it is my dirty
little secret in a human form still asleep.
Weeping tears of air in heated thought I panic
hoping it will hurry so I can awaken
making him do it again....) it(s..
...noughty..yet..nice...) it(s..spice
..hot to trot...) it(..is you..) it(s..
Fearing the darkness you know that I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem