I love the drool left on your pillow,
love that you're kind, reasonably mellow.
The way you think, they way you move,
always perfect, dancing your cosmic groove.
Every day is Spring with you in town,
So much crazy fun, and never a frown.
More pretty than a fresh meadow of flowers,
Delicate but strong, lotsa feminine powers.
Nothing better than your tasty saliva,
it makes me feel so freaking alive-ahh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing better than your tasty saliva, it makes me feel so freaking alive-ahh! - - - - - -uniquely rhymed.