Cappuccino of love

You will gratify my dairymaid,
while you playfully look from a crib,
Without stingy gifts for the New Year -
one hundred percent - you will tempt me.

I will trail behind you like a dog,
I will sprawl on your chest, feeling loose.
And will lick the milk tasty and hot -
as your foundling and rosy goose.

You play with me as with a small cat,
sew a sheepskin coat and knit a clew,
From the early morn drowsy I run
In a birdwatch that is spread by you.

And a red squirrel and a chick - both-
All my totems are caught in your traps.
As in uterus, there's a squirt of foam,
Where we drink cappuccino of love.


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(2/24/2018 3:52:00 AM)

WOW, LIZA! ! This is such a wild, untrammeled poem of Passion. But it's exciting rather than boisterous, it's intimate rather than abandoned. It has a pitch perfect tone, and that is one of my highest praises for a poem. It means a poem succeeds as a message and as a work of art. But it leaves me breathless. Let me put it this way: Your poem affirms a very real human happiness, even promises its fulfillment. Yes, that's my response - Y E S (Report)