What do I do
What can I do
When my man talks about
A wild red flower.
My breasts get ready
Like grapes full of juice
I jump upon him
To embrace
To push my nipple
into his lips.
Though I know
He will leave me soon
To drink wine
from a wild flower.
Tell me what can I do?
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful allusive poetry..........wonderful Sir.