It is the same feeling of the past,
At this shiver which arose
As if a blooming rose
In the cold winter wind
That which I thought was a childish kink
Seems to be a crucial link
To understand what I want, my desires
I smile to myself, my cries
Of warning myself I ignore, feeling
That melting moment
When my lips touched yours quivering and surrendering
To the passion within...
Within that moment
Are the desires of a life long lost......