do not deny
and cry
and make me
vulnerable
to feeling's wind
and chilly
chocolate
evil
thoughts.
do not
take me
by surprise
cause,
i am slow
when
passion is
my only skill.
do not!
just
hit me
on the face
or hit your
hand
with my face
until i will feel
your both hands.
do tell me
now
you want to do what you always want.
i did not
stop
you
or stopped my fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem