Your shining skin,
Of finest silk.
All stars seem dim
When your eyes blink.
Steps go beyond the dreams,
Breasts - melons in their ripe.
I won't get tired of those scenes,
I'll stare in delight!
The grace of beast,
The call of lynx,
All shaking night. At least
I know what all this brings.
To me, to all who got in sight,
Of lusting cat, which crawls.
Crawls through the night,
To crush the sacred walls.
They kept our minds
In morals chains.
Like poison finds
Way through our veins,
Cat found her way to us.
©Dhoaras McDunnan
Cat
© Copyright: Торос Макданнан, 2005
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