Twists her hips and grins
like the victim
of a parlour game.
And the black dice choose her;
a sweet-cheeks in black belt of noose.
She'd down me in one;
no blinking,
with my heart swallowed like a mollusc.
Order another quickly before the vision dissipates into a headache! While it sounds like black velvet I'm surely open to creative suggestion... Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wouldn't profess to know what this is exactly about but I like the turns of phrase... Excellent scribing! HG: -) xx