don't wear anything underneath the dress

When you come to sleep with me 

wear a black dress 

printed with strawberries 

and a black wide-brimmed hat 

decorated with strawberries 

and hold a basket of strawberries 

and sell me strawberries 

tell me in a sweet high voice 

strawberries strawberries 

who wants strawberries 

don't wear anything underneath the dress 

later 

strings will lift you up 

invisible or visible 

and lower you 

directly on my prick. 

 

Listen to it here  

 

[Yona Wallach {1944-1985} 'Strawberries', trans. from the Hebrew by Linda Zisquit from Wild Light]