Salt crocodile

Imagine that all park belongs to us.
We’re walking around, we’re laying on grass,
Doing nothing just taking the sun
(Imagine that there is still summer inside).

And we are musingly watching the Pond,
Where’re ducks and theirs ducklings, and we’re alone.
Imagine that nobody can interfere,
And only the witnesses are maples and firs
(Of course ignoring amounts of ducks,
But ducks’ evidences no-one trusts).

Imagine, you’re slowly kissing my lips,
I’m feeling your fingers that’re touching my hips,
Insisting on being allowed to in ...
Imagine you’re moving apart my knees
And how you’re slowly trying to squeeze...
Imagine how soft is that grass underneath,

And how trees are green and how blue’s that sky,
And could you imagine? Salt crocodile!
Unnoticed, he’s crept so squarely close,
That easily ate both.

If you’ve read this story, you’d have said:
“Listen, baby, I understand
It was a bad idea to tell you that
There are crocodiles in the pond.

There are no any, do you believe?
There is not enough salt for them to live,
Let’s go to grass,
And you can relax,
Let’s finish your story a fond!”