Song of a Lover Boy.

My lover is shy,
She smiles with her heart,
Whilst staring at the sky--
When we chat.

From me she hides,
Beautifully arranged teeth--
So white like milk.
And her eyes...
Ignite my insides-- they're hot like hell's hearths!

She retracts with excuse:
'' Oh, naogopa....''
Whilst we kiss,
As if I'll suck her life!

But my juicy fruit,
Should I die of worry?
That feelings don't meet,
Why so hard honey?
And I'm in dire need...