You know you did that
girls just don't
bump into me often
I did not
now I'm going to bump
your shoulder for that
oh yeah, you might just get tickled
try it
and if I laugh
I might just jump on your back
and when I get down, we might
just hold hands
and in like a million minutes
we might be exchanging breath
and slowing the tickles down
and our mouths might just bump
and your ear may get nibbled
and at that point we might be
so filled with the lovedrug
that we might walk to a dark
place and continue on the sly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem