the snake comes crawling
heavy rain
is falling
girl just tell me
what you want
to come out of me
where you want
my head to be
girl what you want
your pipes full of heat
you don't want my bread
you just want my meat
girl smoke in your room
and the sweet
scent
of your
expensive perfume
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem