I'm wet down there.
Your mouth's
Dry up there.
So what are you
Waiting for?
Quench your thirst.
Let the passions
Burst.
Let me know -
What goes second?
What comes first? !
The lips and tongue
Race along -
To sing us a copious
Night song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this sensuous rendition. Top score