Tired of myself and you.
Tired of being nice.
But I know what to do,
I have a little surprise.
You follow morals
But who said it’s absolute.
I want you and you be my lovers tonight...
Every mind hide fantasy: perverted or sweet.
Love can be pleasant.
Love can be sick.
Take my hand and make me say: “WOW...”
Temple of the pain are pleasure for some.
I’d like to embrace and feel your desirable wet lips.
Tonight light match color of your eyes,
This is make me crave everyone of your kiss.
Alienate my kind all you want,
I would care less.
I just will show bare tempting skin
And hundreds hands will outstretched towards my flesh...
April 6, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Notwithstanding
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2007
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