You make me happy like a Christmas tree does,
You’re always wellcome like first snow flows.
Your hugs are fluffy drift and chimney fire,
I’m waiting for you as a child for Santa Claus.
You make me joyful as a forest faun,
You break my fears like sun breaks river ice.
Your snowdrop-kisses bloom through mobile phone
And when they’re real I want to stop the trice.
You make me blissful as in summer heat
And tipsy like in vat of grape juice.
I feel your lusting glance right on my teat
And this is what I don’t agree to lose.
You make me generous, fertile and prolific
And healing in the end like silver chimes.
You make my life completed and pacific,
I want to go with you through worlds and times.
You make me
© Copyright: Анна Батог, 2017
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