Oh poet you much perplex
To join our hearts without sex;
Sex is an enhancer that magnifies
The Book of Love, oh cold romancer;
Do you expect me to lay with head in lap
And read the New York Times
While I could with a twist and snap;
Undrape your charms divine
And as your breasts hang, loose above
My parted waiting lips,
Come nurture me my emboldened love
I promise I’ll be quick.
But why must I hurry, oh dangling fruit
As I do the crossword puzzle;
Your nipples are a fine pursuit
As I squeeze them as I nuzzle.
Come put your breasts within my maw
Unhook your bulging lace
We break no human sacred law,
Come wave them in my face.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yeah! That is what I'm talkin' about! Maybe Colleen has never been REALLY ROCKED! Very nice!