How will I be loving your cheeks,
If you are far away from me?
And will playfully paw on them, squeeze
Them as gently as a cat a kit.
You're looking for me with a smile
On your bed, as a mother - seeks child,
And as with a bold prick of a claw -
You let stars enter me at midnight.
Oh, you're burning, you're hiding behind ...
From the corner you secretly watch.
You're going to blow me up
And to burn in embrace of your throat!
And your pupil is purple in slit,
It is vertical as snow flee.
It is the Royal Snowy Night
That this year is waiting for me.
In no way, never will, no one
Understand how we merged in our hearts.
That's the reason why our line -
For the deaf - will remain silent height!
Ardent
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2018
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