Would you rather:
look into my eyes and seek my soul?
or watch tv, read blogs, speculate sports?
I know it's the latter
Would you rather:
run your fingers along my flesh or do other things, just as wonderful?
or talk about parenting, think about your favorite episode, divulge in the neighborhood gossip?
Again, the latter, I know it.
Would you rather:
let me search you, seek new places of your infinite pleasure?
or roll over to sleep, roll your eyes when I speak, give up (in fact, never begin) to seek my places?
I know the answer to this one, too. From Experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem