He could not dream the disaster
That struck him, the girlmaster
When he ran across
The soft skin cruel hearted girl
It all started like it always does
A drink, a smile, a kiss
For a while it all was all right
As it always is
Touch of her hand
Felt soft like a feather
Smooth as silk
He did not have better
He does not remember how they arrived
To his place he set up with style
Then to his room, then to his bad
Nor how they removed the clothes that they had
There hands explored each other with glee
And they both marveled at what they could see
Intertwined in passion
Then when he thought the moment was near
That the time was right, the deal was sealed
When he approached the ultimate place
The place of ultimate pleasure and grace
The girl slipped away and whispered:
“Stay
Be a nice boy
Don’t ruin the day
There’s always tomorrow
And if you care
I’ll be yours forever
But not tonight”
The soft skin cruel hearted girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem