I missed the passion fruit so full and stout
a creamy nipple so erect to sprout
I want a volcano in my mouth
for all my luscious longings so devout
as if the words of love appeared to shout
a moment's peace, to quench all of my doubt. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, it's sensuousness so deftly overt and still concealed