Juicy orange come to me with
Your bright color and rough
Skin. As I peel off your bright skin
A sweet fragrance came through
My mouth and nose, as I stop
Peeling I bit into your juicy
Yellowish blood runs down
My chin so slow, sweet sticky
Juice on my hand as your
Flesh lay on top of the trash
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That sounds reelly freaky Randy, but it's a very good poem.