I lost my bullet and you, the sac.
Our intimacy in sex is no more
Than the lesbian’s, to be adulterous.
Kill the guilt; let us find the lost sex anew.
You don’t lose your grace kissed by a boy.
You are not deemed spoilt in adultery
When in intimacy with a lesbian.
An old man is as good as a lesbian.
04.04.2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem