(beautiful woman speaking)
Standing here nude
Bereft of clothes
I'm not a prude
But I'm nearly froze.
So protect me from
All prying glances
While I discover
Where my pants is.
I had a fig leaf
Here some place
Just to cover my disgrace
But it seems to have
Blown away,
But what the hey!
Just cover me all over
With your kisses
And I'll discover
What true bliss is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comes across with a lot of spice