She came in the store,
just to by a pack of cigarettes,
turned around and left,
butt, when she turn around,
so beautiful,
shapley and desirable,
can you just hand it to me,
you walk it so right,
little and tight,
more I think about it,
I just like the way you stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
more I think about it, I like it.