The look on your face, it says it all,
I feel something that's no longer small.
The look on the face of the one that cares,
Chasing each other up the bedroom stairs.
Kissing and groping overcome with passion,
Love around here aint going on a ration!
Tearing each other's clothes off, we fall on the bed,
The moaning drowns out the creaking of your bed.
Gotta make sure the parents don't hear us,
Keeping it quiet avoids any fuss.
But as I reach around for the special tube,
I moan Oh F*ck! We're outta lube!
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I would like to translate this poem
Daniel! ! ! How naughty you are...but sounds like fun mate! ! ! You are a great poet. All the best to you and your b/f.