Beautiful Girls
Your minds confuse us to no end.
Your beauty blinds us we can't defend.
Our desire for you burns us still.
Our eyes can't seem to get their fill.
Your words can hurt like no others can.
But all is forgiven if you make me your man.
Your sex drives us wild we beg for more.
Heavens angels who do know the score
You tease, titillate and tempt
If we can't have you we'll vent
You beautiful girls you know who you are.
Our light in the darkness our gleaming star
Jim 1961
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem