Cook me, sweetness, with yourself
Spread your kisses over me
Turn on the highest temperature
Chop some touches, leave bite-marks
Add the pepper of your kindness
With your smooth strawberry lips
And your kiwi-tasting tongue
To my boiling flesh…
Then put ice on my forehead
On my cheeks, my eyes, and lips
Let the ice flow down my neck
Between my breasts, cutting me apart
With a cold drop of water
Getting warm on my belly…
Lick the rest of congealed ice
Looking from time to time into my eyes…
Chill till ready; serve me garnished with your love.
That is a recipe for my beloved
Red Kitchen
© Copyright: Клюква, 2002
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