Over my shoulder I smile at you.
Journal open inspiration true.
Smiling at you seductively.
Writing ever descriptively.
Smiles that flirt like the spring bird sings.
Eyes that flutter like butterfly wings.
Do you know the feelings you give me?
Writing to you sets my passion free.
Passion that melts the coldest of ice.
Wanting your touch so very nice.
Passion descend our bodies are fed.
Wanting you to take me to bed.
Desire in your eyes, you place kisses on me.
Up the stairs we go to fulfill all our needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching and filled with alot of passion.. Very nicely constructed.. Bonnie