I`m like a beggar at your feet,
Kneeling, kissing your pretty boots` dust,
But you blow out a candle lit,
And it`s no vision in the dark of lust.
It makes no sense to ask for love,
When you don`t love yourself again,
Good not so often rises, being sown,
I`m so confused, you are so plain,
But you can`t see beyond your nose.
Cause you are looking on my turning on,
It`s very comforting to have this pose –
I grab you heels, I`m holding on…
Worship
© Copyright: Анна Долгашова, 2015
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