Come to my home in ***.
And I'm too lazy to go to ***.
There are your dogs, there're your boys,
It is overcrowded and noisy.
And here we live in love and grace.
Lake *** ecstasy is close,
Forest air is quiet to inhale,
You and I can never be disturbed.
Orgasm is already in one sip.
Sip of air - that is what I mean.
Since you're closer to simplicity,
Everything here is - simplicity.
People here are not visible, calm.
That is how I imagine heaven.
So pack in short time all you have
And come to me to live here forever.
Forest air is quiet to inhale
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2018
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You mean When I am dead I shall be invited to your Heaven, shant I?
Светлана Бабетта 01.06.2018 22:06 • Заявить о нарушении
Светлана Бабетта 01.06.2018 22:06 • Заявить о нарушении
Ha! Didn't even think that! Interesting view! A poem may be read like this too.
Perfect review! Deeper than I saw it myself.
Елизавета Судьина 01.06.2018 22:14 Заявить о нарушении
Perfect review! Deeper than I saw it myself.
Елизавета Судьина 01.06.2018 22:14 Заявить о нарушении