Don't you understand that I need your bites
Your tongue deep in my mouth
Your fingers pulling my hair
Your body crushing mine on the wall
I need a wolf
I want to be eaten wildly
I need a...
- Good evening mister wolf!
- Where are you going alone in the wood?
- I bring honey buns to my Grandma.
- Oh pretty gril, how hoarse is your voice for a...
Potato : a jawbreaker for sheep
(Well, you must have a sheep to understand how it looks trying to chew a whole potato)
Barush challenged me to translate her poem " I'm glad you liked my autopsy" in french, so that's the result.
@Barush : I'm sorry, I didn't translate it word to word, because it...