Sambas are rollicking...
Mambas are frolicking...
The King's Subject know nothing but feet licking...
Salient minds meditatively sipping...
Princesses lustfully reading...
Princes gallantly riding in and out of them Jerusalem's gate...
Our Royal Highnesses abstractly winking...
Her waist is this wet, quite promising...
As Aforementioned Sambas are rollicking...
My Belle's Breast this seductive...Selah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those flights of fancy