low and sweet
like syrup poured over my soul
melodic
full of pauses
full of questions
full of promise
low and sweet
like summer rain that washes you bare
your voice can strip me
down to my essence
full of doubt
full of nervousness
full of desire for more
low and sweet
wanting
haunting
filling my head
wishing for more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem