Nightingales were singing for us.
Silver Moon was shining above.
Wind was kind, smoothly whispered of love.
We are together ,
alone at last.
I was hungrily biting his lips,
felt his blood,
it was so sweet.
Smelt his sweat,
it was maddening so.
Lust of passion.
No hurry at all.
Loony words,
animal rage.
Eyes were wide.
was feeling his breath.
It is history.
But still on my mind.
When summer comes it'll turn alive.
Nightingales were singing for us
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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