You were the harbor of desire,
You held the ocean of sperm.
And I was there for your loving,
And I was born to drink it all.
Oh who am I - to drink the ocean?
Oh who am I to learn the salt of tears?
Oh I am not a genuis poet
like Balmont, Brodsky or Shakespeare.
And I don't want to be a poet,
I want to be a happy girl.
And follow you wherever you go.
And taste whatever you will drop.
I follow with my glance each movement,
each trembling of sweat shake,
It's not obsession or inducement,
That is what for this world was made!
You were the harbor of desire,
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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