You know S & I think you’re
sensuous
Your white skin capable of sustaining a mild fever of
passion perpetually
I saw you that day smoking
the lights
Surreptitious glances
I saw you again last night
Surreptitious glances into your
being
You have a kind of intelligence
we like
One of us
we will never know what
it is to
touch you
I guess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem