red wine-white women
boozed,
undermined in their eyes,
tumid swollen in the lips
in the breasts that shake
for needs that know not of fear
and shame.
Everywhere around me I see
stretched lips
in a wonderful drunken smile,
they act inosent victims
of their passion-temptation
they offer licentiousness
as the only solution
of their existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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wonderful. there is some reality in this poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.