I wrote to you one hundred poems,
where would you order me to read them now?
there is a Hermitage with natural forest,
And people call it a botanical garden.
But rather on the couch at home with me,
where I could read, at the same time embracing,
and double-load you by English translation,
so that to keep you longer and convince.
I reassure you, there will be no sex.
All sex was to the poems securely sent,
I even will not hint you to undress,
The house of my poetry - is saint!
I wrote to you one hundred poems,
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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