I would be happy
just running my fingers through your hair
but let's face it—any part of you
would satisfy an ecstasy.
a short or long embrace
lips swimming upon lips
lunging torsos sweating to the music
of the bump and grind.
always make my dreams complete
and I find myself overjoyed
I'm beyond myself in bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem