As she gets back I will be done…
As I would loose those in a routine:
Her eyes, that 're nothing like the Sun,
And what she walks like in a beauty…
And sweety rosebuds of her lips,
And springtime springs of curvy hair,
And how she smiled, and how she skiped,
How winked me, how breath-holding stared,
And how she was in 'timacy
At times so tender... times --- impassioned,
And how she gave... and how received
...
As she gets back...
love 'll turn in vengeance.
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© Copyright: Александр Нерчинский, 2015
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