When the drunken moon
Drips moonlight streams
Of Champaign light,
I’m going to clasp
Your small-girl hips
And lick with desire
Your slender diamond-sapphire throat.
I’m composing dangerous notes
To be compiled in your vampire book
Of gothic criminal style.
Smile with blood-red lips
That invite me to partake
In the pleasure of your sensual mysteries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing piece Uriah. You going into the darkness? Enjoy.