So you did do it, after all
standing there injust your
bra-think is to what from
me one v neck is like another
space occupying by bent
mind lost in time..so i forget
to tie my shoes to your tiny
tip lip pouting, you slapping
me fall down while you stand
over me lusting in your fine
penmanship forging a union
in trust...well it is! not to them.
i hate screaming into your big
chest it bursts all over me hand
is never far from your cup..try
and write a better paper so we
can take the short cut back from
your pink sunny day tomorrow.
it is going to make you slow down
to read between real lines insane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem