I hope I will get a tender kiss.
Who knows may be even dozens as I hope.
I 'll shut my eyes and 'll wisper
come to me.
I will forget at once my shyness, all the rules.
I'll smell his body,
mind will leave me soon.
Was dreaming of this moment-but in vain.
God knows may be
craze has eaten me.
I do not want to care,
cry of pain...
craze
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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