Reading a few makes me thrilled.
Reading a few makes me frilled.
Reading a few makes me palpated.
Reading a few makes me sickened.
Watching a few makes me,
hard to pump,
to the destination,
where my duty called for,
After sweating,
I curse myself,
having master like this.
Tiredly,
my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem