More cars arrive
And it’s a safe bet with loud vane
Women-
That they will buy things and go home
And make love,
Never suspecting the curious toy shed
Of their innocuous plane,
Just happy that the sweat
Comes out perfect,
And they reach orgasm on
Their birthday.
Their only regret is that they might have
All become stewardesses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem