I think you know…!
Only once before each crash
a crave; a taste; a gentle knot!
A slap of entire outside-in
to tremble the skin
body becomes weak...!
make me the living thing in you...!
two to four times more…!
A glass of red wine…on the soft! soft fur!
…release!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem