Mike Oldfield's
FIVE MILES OUT
prowls
around the room
I
lost between
her thighs
my mouth
shipwrecked
upon her clitoros
the storm of her
pleasure
crashing about me
squeezing her thighs
in ectasy
about my head
now the
music
(vanishes)
now the
music
( )
reappears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one.