It took a very long time..
to get her up there..
she squirmed and kicked..
and offered me tricks..
i would not take her licks...
her soul may be gone...
though her bodies still here.
i have to still get my kicks..
on this lovely dark,
swing where i sit...
Who would know her name...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent symbolistic poem 10++++++++++