Euphoria

Ефим Тырайкин
Perhaps I'm a little sick
Or maybe just a bit exhausted
Or maybe due to lack of sleep
My sanity...It seems I lost it

But in unceasing euphoria
Amidst these wonderful events
In radiance of yours, unreal,
In urges of passion this intense

I see the truth that is so clear,
And unpretentiously plain
I want you all, from front to rear,
To hug you, drink you, to inhale.

From tenderness to ecstasy
I want caress and to possess
I want to feel our bodies merge
In existential dance...
To see
      it on your skin fountains
With seeds of love

and happiness