You opened your blouse *
lovingly took off the lace.
I realized I have to try
Nature took its toll.
What, moistened your bosom?
And you whisper rude words.
Below your field turns black
I have to plow the net ...
Your body trembled
wave followed wave.
Not understanding what is going on
the next stream went.
You grabbed the air with your lips
your moan is drawn-out and intoxicated.
Eyes flashed like lightning,
they were swallowed - blue.
So, the rain knocks on the window with tears,
and I have to go home.
I'm torn, carry on
run like a cordon river.
***
Not everyone understands that in the wild,
feather, lads and moonshine ...
Fate insists that you are without pain
we will not be able to live as without love.
* translation from Uzbek
Live without love
© Copyright: Анатолий Волков 58, 2020
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