Your fingers were doing the talking last night
Prolific words they have made.
Touching me in my secret place
Making me long for you in unexpected ways.
You said you want to reach the promise land
Where milk and honey abound
Better than America it sounds like
Well, tomorrow the promise land awaits you.
4/12/09
10: 42 pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and i cant wait to get there.. beautiful imagery u have