My body was made for exquisite dances
Of bubbling water upon my skin.
For strokes, and touches, and confidences,
For you, my darling, to take you in.
What's love but series of good intentions,
Or Grace from Heaven, or mortal sin?
Don't worry, baby, of small offences.
I take your love as a vow within.
My heart is water, and all the passions
Find their place right inside dirty stream,
Between official and lost affections..
But who'd be there to fulfill my dream?
Sensual
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2011
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