The eyes is a mirror,
Skycollored desease,
Two oceans so clear,
Then will be kiss,
The wet shining lips,
Calls me harder and harded,
I know what she needs,
And she starts to breathe harder,
After paintfull waiting,
Each other we charge,
I draw pleasure as painter,
It was love, thin but large...
Skycollored Desease
© Copyright: Даниил Чёрный, 2005
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