I'm going to fall.
I can't feel my legs below me.
I'm going to melt.
My body is super-heated at the
look in your eyes.
Your lips are only inches
From my own, your hands at
My waist, pulling me close
To you. Against you.
Can't stand being this far
Apart anymore, I press my
Softness against your
Hardness, and see the look
In your eyes heighten.
You want me.
I want you.
What are we waiting for?
Why are we waiting?
You take my hand, smile.
I smile back and follow you.
You lead me to a door...
And you throw me out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Real anti-climax the ending