You are training my jaws,
You're evoking a grin,
Devils dig into my nape -
what a terrible thing!
My blood currents are rising,
along the shoulder blades,
to the throat from my back side -
poem-leech is baked!
Neck is squeezed, and by my nape
you take me as a kitten!
and your Lisa is dangling
in your tenacious teeth,
You bear like a tigress,
(I do not know - where!)
And I can not free myself,
Passion by you possessed.
You carry - I am stabbing,
where we are drinking both,
quenching the thirst of bodies,
take in the depth of verse.
You are training
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2018
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