I don’t know (what’s the matter?),
But I should do it so much better!
Your eyes, your smile, your face and voice…
I don’t look at the others boys,
Only you take all my thinking,
I wish you were rescue me bringing.
At night, when I lay in my bed,
I’m not living, I’m dead.
It’s winding me when you are near,
The thrill is coming soon… Oh, Dear!
I need you touching me and kissing,
Allow me stay with you, I’m missing…
I don t know what s the matter?
© Copyright: Эмма Астафьева-Райская, 2009
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