He holds my heart in his hands..
So intense..So intense..
And I don't think he knows it.
When we kiss..there's so much passion..
Almost so much, I believe we're trickling sweat from the intensity..
I feel it..
We're so close. Naked? Nice.
Clothes on is when I want him most.
My love? Undeniable.
But does he know? It's unexplainable.
Can he see that? It's real.
Can WE believe it? Can you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem