How it makes her shudder.
He groans out as.
Shooting stars that do.
Moist the pond is often dry.
The cracked muddy bottom.
Crying not to be touched.
Panties from a limb that hang.
The faint smell of.
A large pit beneath is dug.
The moon is high enough to sit.
Was the gun found in the crack.
To hot to be held.
The night will stay cool until.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem