Do they too?
Do not know if they too
Enjoy as, I did, do
When I ride motorbike.
One of them was in Kish
You sat right behind me
On my back your breasts
Were soft and squeezed…
It was in spring and breeze
In open, was wet and was fresh
Delicate it was an can't forget
Such great joys and tastes? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem