The Jungle

Moving in the night of lava/ lava night

Shotting stars and darkness without hindrance

In the chaos, twisting and stretching, and swaying/wiggling your hips

Shiny in your stretchy clothing

And I fall, crashing, into the tropical air

I am that which you drink and that you devour

Where do you want it, when do you want it?

These little pharaonic (pharaoh like) breasts

Dance like plastic balls

Tracing figure-of-eights, hierogliphics

On my brain, excited/ feverish

And I suddenly hear the lions roar

The black jaguars (ie panthers) and cute gibbons

I hear cracking, the army of whips

There, nearby, in the forest

Chorus

The jungle-of limitless time

The jungle-in and out

I thrust, and thrust again

I thrust, in and out

Guarded by the lights

Poisoned by the black sun

I thrust, and thrust again

It's the moment of merging/ fusion

All hormones in communication

In the mixed-up jumble

Blinded by night-vision

*glued to the ceiling, rolling by the dozen* - I am highly unsure about

This translation!

We take the eternal flame

In a circle of light, electric

In a pre-orgasmic shudder