You're always there
In my dreams
And i'm wonderfully weak
Savoring each
Of your moist kisses
My desire only heightens
As my lips press
Against every inch
Of your flesh
Except for that
One spot
In which I won't
Touch you there now
For my mind teases myself
Adding to my desires for you
I only ask
That you'll allow me
To touch you there
Later
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some day soon. The wait will well be worth it! Thanks for sharing.