I put on stockings and pour wine in a glass,
In this poker game I have the best cards.
I write thinking of you touching every cell of me...
And my pulse rate is higher than it should be.
Your eyes are lakes where I want to drown,
Your passion is fire where I want to burn.
All the doors are opened, but I'll choose a window...
It's not even me - I hate myself staring at phone.
My behavior was awful, I was acting like a fool,
But I'll correct the mistakes, we'll play by your rules,
I will keep silence and do what you like...
My mind is melting, you're crashing me inside.
All desires are plain, all the ways lead to bed -
That's not a presumption, that's a statement.
I never regret - don't let me to start...
But you can be sure - I'm not in love.
I put on stockings and pour wine in a glass
© Copyright: Анна Сергеевна Васильева, 2015
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