Your smile
Those teeth
The smell of you
That perfume
And another reason
To meet you again
That i will not
Let you know
Just yet
The shape of you
Your hips your thighs
Your breasts look amazing
That skin color
And the impact
All these have on me
Make me think about you
Almost the whole day
You have been running through my mind
You must be tired
And am trying to read your mind
Like a book
In the library
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem