Your stern look frightens him,
You burn him with your dismal eyes.
The working girls are snatchers,
They adore taming the guys.
A dog’s dream is seldom revealed…
The pedigree-dog snarls at the mongrel.
You adore just obliging males –
The men you can scold and blame…
He is frightened, but your effort
Turned out very skilful and smart.
To his breast, you pinned the passion -
The magic breath of the lust.
You resemble a bird of prey,
You raise a gamekeeper’s skill.
The kisses of a man not so young
Burn you with passion and thrill.
7.11.2002
Translated from Georgian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
preying on...praying on...good confession this...enjoyed 10