With her Indonesian gloss,
Chocolate,
She acts all smooth and creamy,
Too rich for my tongue,
Well,
Almost too rich.
A mind like a funky beat –
Catchy and sassy,
I wanna learn and it –
As if on an instrument.
She's warm like a shower
After playing in the snow,
With sexy stinging flesh,
With her eyes that peel,
Her look would glare
The skin off an apple,
Words like tissues,
Absorbing my tears,
Now she has my Attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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