Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes!
But when she dons her miniskirt, me-
-thinks but briefly; asks her curtly -
Mistress, let's get down and dirty...
(for Marcy)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cute, Michael. Thanks!