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Click hereYour lips, your touch, your luscious gaze,
Your breath and whispers make me weak
I like it when you are inside of me
I like it when you are inside of me.
The thrust, the rhythm, and the speed
All dancing while our eyes do speak
I like it when you are inside of me
I like it when you are inside of me.
Your grunts, my moans, our sweat, our scent
Our world collide and none I seek
I like it when you are inside of me
I like it when you are inside of me.
Eigentlich hasse ich Gedichte sein meiner Schulzeit, diese verfluchten Gedichtinterpretationen! Ich habe bis heute nicht herausgefunden, was diese blöden Deutschlehrer von mir hören wollten und mich haben diese "Werke", meist ohne Reim und Rhythmus, nicht interessiert. An eines kann ich mich erinnern, weil das Schriftbild die Form eines Baumes hatte. Der Rest waren hohle Worte.
Ganz anders Dein Gedicht. Es ist ausdrucksstark, ehrlich und sexy.
Übersetzung:
This is a lovely poem!
The truth is, that I hate poems since my schooltime, those dammed interpretations of poems! Since today I could not find out, what those jerky German teachers wanted to hear from me and I was not interested in those "Works", mostly without rhyme and rhythm. I remember one, only because the text had the shape of a tree. The rest were empty words.
Totaly different your poem. It is expressive, honest and sexy.