seeing the triangle of mons venus,
moved hormones to jangle
the angle,
bold and uncontrolled,
sweet mounds juicy and delicate,
rising up and down, add
to the scene,
lust of mustard and pickles of spice
licentious and lewd,
imagining the naked and the nude
perhaps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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