Sweet it seems and it has much more to it inside
The one who widens and contracts the lips
Does not really know what it is to make the try
It is the lips which red red shine on the one
The white teeth that pour the passion out of the mouth
But it can be the pallid lips and black teeth as well
Grinning the grey sexual greed out from the hell
Inside some devious, freaky pervert mind
Or some senseless, unintentional stupid movement of the lips
No one knows why that happens and where it leads
It's creepy whatever way you approach it
But always it is good to look at the face that smiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem