You’ve never kissed me yet. My lips are nude.
They innocent and virgin of your touches.
You’ve never kissed me yet. And childish mood
Flies in the air until your departure.
Your look’s so deep and tough and tender though.
Your words are strong and straight, what’s even funny.
Sometimes it feels you are my bitter foe.
Sometimes it feels you are a drop of honey
In this eternal waves of bloody flux,
Which wash against the rocks of my existence,
In this venomous fog that tries to suck
My soul away just for me being distant
From all these misery of lewdness and pretence,
From universal rush for seals and money.
You can’t imagine how I need this sense
Of chastity contained in drop of honey.
drop of honey
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