I Go Crazy Poem by Carilda Oliver Labra

I go crazy, my love, I go crazy
when I go in your mouth, delayed;
and almost without wanting, almost for nothing
I touch you with the point of my breast.

I touch you with the tip of my breast
and with my abandoned solitude;
and perhaps without being enamored;
I go crazy, my love, I go crazy.

And my luck of the prized fruit
burns in your salacious and turbid hand
like a bad promise of venom;
though I want to kiss you kneeling,
When I go in your mouth, delayed
I go crazy, my love, I go crazy.