We are going mad from impossible passion,
We desire each other like nobody can.
Slow kisses, and touches, and rapid reflections -
You are mine, only mine, truly mine till the end.
We are breathing together, we’re moving together
To the depth, to the bottom of our souls.
We are lighter than air, we are lighter than feather,
Till unconscious and long simultaneous moans.
Having come, stay inside me for following moments,
Let me feel the complete penetration of yours,
Let me take such a pleasure of dangerous torment,
Let me be your insanity, prize in the wars…
And at dawn kiss me tenderly, hug me with care -
That was probably our farewell night,
Which I will, however, remember for ever…
This is love, dear boy, this is love – you were right.
We are going mad from impossible passion...
© Copyright: Мария, 2007
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It's beautiful, it's tender and erotic.
Your poem - full of passion and narcotic
Вячеслав Беляев 07.08.2007 00:11 • Заявить о нарушении
Your poem - full of passion and narcotic
Вячеслав Беляев 07.08.2007 00:11 • Заявить о нарушении