Oh god,
those strong arms,
always ready to hug me,
to grab my waist,
to pull my wrists,
to hold me close whenever we kiss,
how I love those strong arms,
in which I feel safe,
in which I feel at home.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poems of Love and Suffering
Poesíale idee che mi passano per la testa quando l'ispirazione bussa alla mia porta (italiano e inglese)
XXVII
Oh god,
those strong arms,
always ready to hug me,
to grab my waist,
to pull my wrists,
to hold me close whenever we kiss,
how I love those strong arms,
in which I feel safe,
in which I feel at home.
