In a flame of delight all they burn themselves.
How much dearness and how many fools...
And their hands, just as polished as seashells,
Slide on bitches, so yielding, so smooth.
Much simplicity, more generosity
As a rockfall break straight through the lips -
And one gets all desirable bonuses,
After-party comforting tips.
I don't keep my eyes closed for such moments,
I dare not hold belief, when you talk.
You may wish just to get it and drop it,
But you'll glance at my back, when I'll walk.
In a flame of delight
© Copyright: Анастасия Прохоренко, 2011
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