Her voice is like a tender bell,
Her precious breasts are ripe and swell,
Wide red-white carpet of rose petals
Is one of spots She used to dwell!..
Small mirror is Her faithful friend -
It’s like Her own “magic brand”,
As well as some more “trinket-details” -
Their use I’ll try to understand…
Like naked Venus’s lyin’ down,
Her nipples are rather big and brown,
I’m crazy, wanna lie together
With Her but She looks very frown!..
I feel how’s hard and sad for me
To be from my sweet dream so near,
But even for a while not to be able
To play the role in such a scene -
With ardent, cruel “sex appeal”,
So that I really could feel
That She’s my kind and passionate lover,
To hold Her makin’ “sugar deal”!..
I hope exactly - She’ll be mine,
And we could both satisfied
Onto smooth carpet of mad flowers
One black and happy flamin’ night!