Crossed fingers and legs; while hoping for a promise to be.
Above the sheets;
rather than opened to a world that views for free.
Unveiled,
Vile,
And Under.
With no secrets for deepend needs.
Too loose!
Forbidden!
Too Weak!
In those knees.
So, promised to be a better me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With no secrets for deepend needs. Too loose! Forbidden! Spiritual needs cry out from inside......... very nice spiritual poem dear poetess. tony