smell of fresh towel
i love it, cleans my mind
quickly absorbs water
that's clings to my behind
so as the front making map
i have to get rid of that
lotion seals moisture left
also against dust that come
to neutralize my skin statics
making me an absorbent
lady's gonna love it, it pulls
their anxieties; maybe wills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem