Man touches woman by eyes,
With which he X-rays her parts,
With which he converses with her
And with which he cans her in brain
For later visualization.
But for eyes, men will be impotent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I got a small laugh out of this but I feel like I shouldn't. women are the blessed fruit is spring or winter. As always very enduring