The way Belinda bit into the apple.
The way the juice dribbled down her lips.
The way her tongue caressed the apple slices.
Looked so sexy and nice.
She was really putting on a show.
For the neighborhood boys in front row.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful poem you have presented dear Lamar! It is with lofty insight. Interesting to read. Enjoyed.10