I raise my head
I love the rich sexy brown of your hair
So funny, for a moment your hair...
It...seemed
All...grey
You pull me back
I smell and taste deathly decay
On your lips...
'Darling, darling, darling!
What's wrong?!'
W r o n g. Wrong? Indeed, what was wrong?
Your breath smells nice - like peaches
I taste sweet-liquored lust
My hand dives under your negligйe
To your voluptuous bust
To find sagged breasts
You walk to me and press your body tight
You whisper your affections
You whisper something soothing
What was that thing,
- That noxious spell, that heinous guile?
I smile.
Weakly.
And again, touch them shyly
Like a virgin-boy
- Firm, nice, exquisite, taut.
I squeeze them tighter, tight
Till you moan.
But these deep wrinkles and this moving light -
I must be bewitched...
Bewitchment
© Copyright: Ринат Магсумов, 2004
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