I grudge my beautiful bosoms
To give them to men's delight.
He will feel pleasure, I - no.
That's the whisper of light.
Oh, I never feel lucky
When my body is used.
Too egoistic I am
But also don't like to use.
Is it the lack of energy,
Is it absence of life?
I love poems and melodies -
Things that will never die.
my beautiful bosoms
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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