Swollen thing
white it will bring.
I stare as it aches,
little flexing it makes.
Penetrating my mouth
He cries aloud.
Grope my breast
Fall upon my chest!
Come forth, lust's blood!
Fill me with your flood!
Voices cry out in heat
His downpour my stomach will greet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem