Your hair
is blowing in the wind
your lips are red
with the lipstick
you kiss
my lips with
your skirt
is flying like a kite
the tone of your voice
is dark and deep
you are excited!
and you beg
me to come
you've waited
too long
for the moment
your emotions
are ready to explode
no longer
will you deny yourself
the freedom of expression!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem