ill-feed-into-your-fantasies
rigid-though-they-may-be
basking-in-the-afterglow-of-brutalality
humming-to-the-tune-of-uncontroleable-screams
wrapped-up-in-the-throws-of-a-taboo-passion
teeth-biting-fingers-scraping
bare-naked-skin
and-a-lust-with-an-unsatiable-appitite
clawing-our-way-through-velvet-sheets
knowing-what-we-do-is-wrong
and-loving-it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem