Pasting your succulent tongue against my mouth
Has brought me out of the wilderness of doubt
Tasting with a burning rage of fire
To quench my thirst of desire
I want to be kissed for a reason
And not just for the sake of kissing
But for a reason that depicts
Strongly your real feelings
For that tongue of yours
I know have kissed many
For which am one
But who will be chosen?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very expressive...ur poem speaks a thousand words