Sex and Love

[tentative de poème en anglais, incorrections grammaticales possibles]

I remember that old day when my daring hand,
Kissed her delicious thigh. This instant had no end.
I was charmed, she amused; jaunty girl's memory.
This instant had no time; sweetness and levity.

Her wayward innocence provokes my deep earnest.
My brain in turmoil cries, warning my brittle heart.
- Don't you see she's inconsequent and unruly ?
She's making game of you ! She's making you crazy !
- Wet blanket! Let me be ! She's young, pretty and smart !
Let me play! Let me dream! Let me doing my best !

Spying on, sex and love, both exclaim "How bizarre!"
- What do you think of him ? - And what about her ?
- Should I help him a bit ? - He is a great lover...
- His reason is a sore... - Her mind is a bazaar...
- You are a bad teacher ! - At least I teach something !
- I teach pleasure, Mister ! - You teach depravity !
- You bring sadness, ever ! - You're briefer than a "ding" !
- I'm stronger than a "dong " ! - You're nothing without me !
- Neither are you, honey ! - Let's gonna, sleep baby !
- Are you american ? - I just like this sentence.
- And what shoud we do now ? - Whatever, it's nonsense.