I remember your hugs,
your love
our intimate moments
you are a man without taboos
Oh, how you took me
in love plentiful.
How playful you are.
I miss you now.
My lover, come to me,
make me naked.
my lovely breasts are for you..
(Graphic: Fotos- TVYLUsaved to inspired. Pinterest,
Adam Sylka die favourite)
I c 2 day after august u return to show her breast who have you been with since Dave missed ur poems busy with bees u must be lets experience these and those with whom u have been FRESHER busts and butter must be choicest are UR desires we ALLL see
lots of guys and gals at 40 i c are snake charmers of poetry like ye greet all we .....................................why r u so inactive lately .....................................black is beauty
This is full of love and passion. The playfulness is very important too as you so nicely presented in this poem. I like the final ending which says it all. I am yours, these are yours, my heart is yours!
nice one initially it gives an impression about gay love till one sees the breast i was wondering @ 40 still! ! ! ! !
thank u my dear poet of poets.. for your great comments on my poems.. dev
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if shapely busts only could speak all about love between you and me the world would quiver beneath all folds of salvation will be unearthed as love travels at electronic speed to the far folds of eternity we beseech folds of eternity we beseech where none other than we two lovers can ever reach in love we'd drown now where none other than we two lovers can ever reach in love we'd drown now just wonderful @40