Made to probe so hard and black.
Her silky lobes. a yielding reservoir.
Worldly pleasures inside anxious to be gored.
Hooded beast spears the walls to her back.
Sizing the moans louder than any screams.
Muscle bobbing in, out with a flagrant surge.
Rounds of ecstasy demons-kings must emerge.
Love wrapped about the lust splashed dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem