I ll be yours...
Who unclenches their claws in the heat of passion,
But not from pain, but from a pleasure,
Purring with excitement and giving you satisfaction..
I will be your living toy,
Speechless but not silent...
And I will be your Mistress never,
But also I won't be your slave ever.
I will be a soft feather,
that touches your body gently,
And drives you up till exhaustion.
And you will try to stop me grabbing my arm
In a fighting with that excitation..
I'll be just a woman,
The one you'll be fighting on the kitchen table,
and in the bed,
and in the hallway or elevator, and everywhere else.,
where we will feel excellent and mad.
Перевод http://stihi.ru/2008/07/28/339
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