The way that you kiss me
Makes me weak in the knees.
I don't know where you learned to kiss
Like this,
But you know how to please.
The way that you touch me
Makes me melt like butter
And when you whisper in my ear
I hear
Sweet nothings that you mutter.
(c) Practicing Poetess poetry
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oooh! Your words bring about some fine images to the romantics in our poetic community. Nicely done. : -)
Thank you, Tamara. Heady love poetry is my specialty!