Most of my lusty ways,
Have been primarily delusional.
I will admit to it.
Most of those lofty expressions I make,
Are spoken to entertain...
The nimbleness of my own brain.
I admit there is a wall,
Behind a façade I've installed.
Only to protect what others do not suspect.
I can be naïve.
Sensitive and easily crushed.
By anyone I've selected...
Who has the nerve to refuse my lust!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem