with my back turned to you
i sense you savouring my curves
when we are face to face,
your eyes reveal none
impressively dressed,
your shoulders square
when our fingers accidentally touch
you pull back in a rush
your displeasure when you see me with a male friend
makes me wonder
quiet and deep, you are the master of mystery
a puzzle to keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem