Sometime, when magic night began,
He came to her
And spoke the searching words.
And he was taking tender hand
So poorly known,
Like slowly fang.
Sometime he came to her
So quiet,
And so unsertain
Had wanted lips,
That nothing took
To be important,
That nothing heard
Obsessed brain.
Sometime he came to her,
Was pressing to the breast
So strong,
That had been leaving,
Not the good,
But this unapparent trace.
And when his time was over,
Had disappeared in the dark,
It had been breaking very open
His close but vulnerable heart.
He thought about her,
That only face he wanted seeing,
And no one woman in the world
Could do his happy feelings.
He came to her...
© Copyright: Коровина Катерина, 2015
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