This started years ago and we never knew the fun
of touching in the back room. Alone, just one on one.
This secret in the moment; this secret that’s not fair.
Has brought us here together and we two do not care.
We sneak around the corner. We keep the lighting dim.
Then turn the corner madly, inside we go right in.
We’re hidden here so private. This room is ours to keep.
It’s not our fault, just madness. This passion runs so deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem