Nymphomaniac
Ten thousand knives and cries, and bites.
You grasped me gently, yet so tightly
That I am absolutely happy.
Don't come to me when I am jealous!
Or otherwise I'll burn your feathers.
But I'm a rain, a nymphomaniac
When you kiss me and make me frantic.
19/09/2018 (tr. "Нимфоманка")
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