If I had a pan and paper I would tell you that you were beautiful in jet black ink... and in this confession I would tell you...
how your eyes stir my soul
How your touch makes my heart beat faster
How your warm breath against my neck makes my blood boil
How your smooth skin relaxs me.
I would tell you all of this in jet black ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Nicolas. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks