Women enjoy life more than men;
A young female employee waits
At the bus-stop in BKC clad in colors
Matching top to bottom, orange.
My daughter gets ready to go to Bank
Dresses up, picks chain to match;
Ear rings are handled daintily.
Looking like a statue, she moves out.
Whatever they see or hear, they register more;
In any incident I would go by her report.
Even in sex, while man reaches the peak fast,
And falls like a waterfall, she floats like an ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, I like this one, Daniel! Never thought of it quite like this but I do believe you have something there! Keep writing and sharing. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn