Nectarine balloon, pearlescent blouse,
Her massive arms as strokable as silk, billowing,
Her olive oil breasts barely constrained
And gaudy lace the only texture
For the eyes of Pablo, salivating
As he buys too many colored pens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because I am one of those 'billowing' women, all I can say is God Bless Pablo for salivating. I love him! Linda