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Undress it slowly with your eyes
Embrace her hard and soft
Sounds with a sultry tongue.
When you have her down to
Form and meter, frown.
Her beauty is almost gone.
But do not stop
Continue on; to
Claw the creature for consonance
Poke and prod her punctuation
Does it rhyme? And how?
What species is she?
Does she slant?
Does she speak? If not to you,
to whom? Now that she’s stripped, without consent
do you think she’s by heaven sent?
Or will you now, just walk away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a unique approach to write poetry yet kind of winning to the protagonist...well done! ! !