Your name is on my lips;
the soft touch of your fingertips,
like the sweetest tasting wine.
Your hands are big but soft.
You gently dip into my touch.
Your lips touch my own;
As you caress me softly,
we fall into bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm melting over this one. Keep up the good stuff (writing) .