To give a hand,
So simple move
And so rehearsed one,
When take it in a crowded room
And guess ‘is that for you
Or she does it for everyone?’
Some may say I am naive
And take a whore for an angel
But I do see that pure
Look, that silent link
That gives a vivid pleasure,
To both of us
And it’s not our meat
That’s there,
But our beings
That met, collided for this moment
For just one night to be
And actually I do not blame, but get these bastards
With their morals
That put into their mud
The dream.
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© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2017
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