Т. Пан-Крац-2008-ой марафон

http://www.stihi.ru/2008/10/16/2158


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Put on a dress, please
It`s pleasant to me infinitely
As your brittle shoulders
Outlined in it are sharply.

In pearl's the seventh spine, 
It will be presented a string,
Not by the night when I'll come,
In afternoon as it 's happen.

You will meet me joyfully,
It is a little confuse, carefully,
In  midnight eyes aren't slept,
As  lips are on the wind.

And I am deliberately untied
And too confused, trust me not,
I'll carelessly throw  greeting
Also I'll be immensely silly.

Please put on a dress,
It's so  pleasant to me,
That from excitement the laces
Will be confuse in fingers as me

When I want being undressed,
And tin will become to melt,
Lightly  burning fingers,
As on my hand - rings

You are again out, as usual,
Risking family's kindliness,
When tired and nervous
He's from work breaking all.

And I'm so strange woman,
Scented by man's perfume 
Of the 2008-th autumn
I'll finish a marathon with you.