赤果果的爱

在柔软的透明亚麻布下面，
你乳头周围的那些小小突起

因为想到我的舌头而变硬。
你...向内蜷曲身体就像字母“C”

有意地弓起你的身体
迎向我嘴唇温暖的按压

什么盖在皮肤上都会是湿的
那皮肤汗毛树立，火热燃烧，

破碎成欲望的汗滴
那甘甜的想象力的果汁。

但事实上，我还没有碰到你。
至少，此刻还没有...

Under the soft translucent linen, 
the ridges around your nipples 

harden at the thought of my tongue.
You — lying inverted like the letter ‘c’ —

arch yourself deliberately
wanting the warm press of my lips, 

it’s wet to coat the skin
that is bristling, burning, 

breaking into sweats of desire —
sweet juices of imagination.

But in fact, I haven’t even touched 
you. At least, not as yet.