I got excited, I will confess
about the prospect of having sex.
It figures the jerk was leading me on
and I for one should know this dance and song.
For a moment my lonely soul fluttered
thoughts of my passions uncovered,
triste memories reminding me why I choose
to accept my burden as a celibate recluse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem