You call me amante in the language of love
words spoken and written leave me breathless
filling the pauses with the excitement of the new
familiar feelings of the racing heart, the delicious stress
looking at you as you look at me I have to close my eyes
as the impulses activated inflame the primal core
your touch so tender and sublime in the bed of roses
a thorn pricks, pleasure and pain, gasping for more
and as the night ends and we must part for a while
I whisper in your ear, je suis très content
you smile and say you'll be back very soon
whilst I savour your beguiling kiss, mon amant
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a lovely poem June!
killea: Thank you, Liefie love
Quand nous avons vive en ecstasy...
killea: Merci beaucoup, Chérie
without any doubt one of your best poems I read until now!
killea: Many thanks, Jan darling
Very lovely poem killea, I think you are in love, really;
killea: Thank you, Anne - no comment!
killea: Thank you, Marc
you are in love...
killea: Thank you b engel