why i pick on you; and you and i and why.
my words fill you to bursting and then you try.
the cotton that you field, can't hide your face.
and the madder that you get the more i will and i.
i see your inner thighs and mons light up the sky.
and when you think i'm deep in sleep and then you,
help your self and squeeze it out a shot or two.
you know i pick on you because i want you, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem