Tarzan
I am wild in manner,
Predatory, hairy,
To please the dick
I'm glad for every woman.
No, of course not all
Appeal to me,
Not to every passerby
Do I appear in beauty.
But there are so many of them,
I — am always alone,
Always on the road —
Slave and master.
I am a slave to habits,
Master of dreams.
Of love's skirmishes,
Petty vanity,
All the sighs, the ohs
I cannot stand around.
I decide in an instant:
Enemy or friend.
And with the female sex
I am strict, not rude.
Only under the skirt
Do I lightly touch lips,
Immediately I hear
The woman's reply:
She breathes unevenly
Or will say: "no."
But I am lucky,
I often hear: "yes."
Though the voice may lie,
The "star" will not deceive.
I hear the voice of blood
Through the lies:
Though you may frown,
You follow me.
Come more boldly,
I will not offend you.
You will be warmed
By my sincerity.
In love I am honest,
Simple, tireless,
I will press so tightly
To your lips,
That it will become difficult
To think and breathe.
There comes surging
The horde of all desires.
Cast aside, my dear,
The tinsel of light,
And you will know
The ancient game
And you will see,
How vast the expanse
In love, as in life.
Only one condition:
Open yourself boldly
And trust in me,
Engage your whole body —
Here you are "on horseback."
Be an Amazon
And fly toward the dream
Following the ringing song
In passionate bustle.
Howl and bite,
So the night-light trembles,
When by the balls
I penetrate you.
When there's no need
To scheme or lie,
But, merging together,
To take and give.
I hear the voice of blood
Through the centuries,
And the echo of the call
Is felt by the hand.
The beginning of all
Bears love's seal —
So has bequeathed
To us Mother Nature.