You cannot resist
a one-hour tryst
with someone with whom you’ve made love;
you’ll give his mill grist
while, twining, you twist
behind and below and above.
You may persevere
in saying “No fear!
I won’t do again what I’ve done,
but when he comes near you
your sexual frontier view
will open for hours of fun.
6/10/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem