You are free to walk with bobbing boobs
and bend the rays of straying eyes to fall there.
Showing your wares, you don't go down tubes;
but baring your hideouts, you give me nightmare.
You hug, kiss, and the treats, the eyes around share.
To escape the Melbourne cold winds, each one fleets.
But I heave out sighs seeing thighs in the streets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha ha, nice poem, enjoyed