And as the sweat trinkles down my back
I feel your breath on my cheek
My heart begins to race
And you take advantage that I'm weak
I'm okay with that
My eyes close with imagination
A new discovery, if you will
Of this wonderful sensation
It's over before I know it
But I don't want it to end
The closeness, the love
What else do you intend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just have to walk around with the broken heart in the feet as you walk.