Your bumbum like the bottomline of the intention on my mind,
Your heart like the puzzle to scrabble,
Your body like the twirl of a whirlwind
That lures this stiff staff of mine to scribble.
Your words like the strike of a bangless thunder,
Your gaze like the raze of a rumbling breeze,
Your teeth like the world's seven wonders,
Your breast like the pillow that eases my wheeze.
Your name like a quote of fame,
Your shape like the imagination of a poem,
Your Kiss like the promise of tomorrow's aim,
Your touch like the distribution of an OEM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem