Desire.
It burns in me,
everywhere.
I cannot live without you.
My body cries for you.
(Graphic: Pinterest: Nick B saved to Burning beauty
Burning beauty)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow it will make all stand what u know dave romanticism plays and pays read my rubber poem you 'll need to then not erase as you entwine and engage never rage at any stage romance is just a play a game we all play why else have we been brought this pathway if it was sin as many do say yet swim in it as always life cannot ensue unless romance you persue