It’s evening. It’s late.
But I contemplate
Of you of course,
My spiky rose
You don’t slip my mind
Because you one of the kind
I want you as booty
Because of your beauty
Your smile is enigma
My heart burning stigma
Your eyes full of shine
They’ll never be mine
Your body is treasure,
Which no one can measure.
Your voice is the joy
I’ll always enjoy.
You don’t look at me
But I’m not enemy.
Forget of your fear,
I’ll not interfere.
I want you
© Copyright: Евгений Сединкин, 2018
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