I am sorry, but I want to be yours bra
but the best, subtlest and precious one,
the couple of cups of which have been covered inwardly by tender silk and warm wool
and outwardly -with gold, silver, diamonds, rubies
and other dearest and healthy for body stones.
and this underwear designed, sewn and made with the uncanny art,
that even the heads of nipples
these "two beaks of quail"
will find a fine room for own picky, choosy and supersensitive ends
Yes, I want to be yours brassier, which fit completely
to shape, size and volumes of two bowls
where will prepared later the mother's milk
and now filled up with the best wine and elixir for me.
You are ready to sustain her physical mass of lusty outfit, who is then going to take care of the load of her thoughts, psychological stress and strain as well as the spiritual needs? Please suggest in the next poem. Thanks for being so frank.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Zamir. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.