She wiggles her behind,
As she sashays by.
Then slowly turns,
To catch my eye.
A little smile,
Plays on her lips,
Seductively swaying,
Her lovely hips.
The beautiful smile,
Seems to say,
Somehow I know,
Your'e going my way.
So what should I do,
I'm just a man.
When duty calls,
I do what I can.
Don Juan Tenorio
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You seem to be easily excited, I've read some of your other experiences. Interesting read.