Pedals of tight red color,
fall gracefully,
upon the body.
They fall softly,
causing twitch after twitch,
of small pleasure.
Your femininity forces a rise,
like a fish out of the water,
gasping for air.
But soon after,
it is done,
and it all comes crashing back to reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem