A fetish might give you minutes of pleasure.After the experience is done it is over.You are left with nothing.When it is true love it is only then true pleasure.It never ends.Even in arguments or fights you have there is the hint of happiness.As long as the argument doesn't end with never talk to me or something like that your OK.it is not ever one thing you always wanted sexually that will make you happy.It is that one person you can not live without.That one person that you can not get off your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem