Δευτέρα, 22 Φεβρουαρίου 2010

EROTICA

INTERCOURSE.....

INTERCOURSE.....poem by HARRIS BIKIROPOULOS, THE ROMPOLA GARDEN

Intercourse

I hear your groans and my cells
fluster
Υour nails are hooked on my naked skin
Υour legs are wreathed around my body
Υour lips, wet, hunt mine
Υour tongue plays with the secret parts of the body
and the closet is filled with fragrances of love
Sticky from the sweat the bodies
clenching hands and numbing
the fairies bend to see
and they don't hide it... they're jealous!


translation. "Krystal"