Roving eyes in eternal meander
Ontop the pudgy stalk of pretty Amanda.
Piercing eyes
Choking a well earned cardio-balance
Threatening to excavate my entrails.
Forcibly entreating
Brutally beseeching and
Continuously retrieving.
Those eyes, brother could sink you below the
Slimy saline throes of the Dead Seas below
With none to salvage me,
I rummage for the nearest excuse
To run to the safety I find riveting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful work Eromo - more please