He was an artist coming from the sky
He used to come in summer every morning
I still remember him, my eyes can not stay dry
I am keeping in my blog his drawing.
In the colors of sunrise my body was exposed
The weather was nice! How beautiful I was!
He was drawing me, was touching by his eyes
I thought that I’ve got to paradise
He left his kiss on my burning skin
Oh, God I really miss that crazy fire within!
He’s gone. The door was closed to the sky
My life just must go on.
And I don’t know why
I still imagine his possible return
I desperately need to see again his face.
I crave for his embrace.
And all he’s left: just that amazing drawing.
The only fog embraces me this morning.
Erotic dreams
© Copyright: Мирра Л -Английский, 2006
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