Track down and you're playful,
You don't know what's what,
Ile understand ..and beautiful
I took your hand in mine.....
Your pajamas are silent
He tells me you're mine,
The smile of the lips is slightly bashful
And the body is only from sleep.
We remember the night-she played
Our love on calculation,
She was filming, Oh, filming
Our modesty is the result.
When you take off your clothes,
And the moonlight is burning in the window,
I'm so mysteriously careless
I see the path as in a dream.
The moon, the track, your body,
It's so clean, so sweet,
You dreamed, I wanted you
And now dreams came true together.
And morning.. you're already in your pajamas,
Shyly hiding in bed
And a blanket a blanket,
The path will hide me again.
Track
© Copyright: Ирина Дмитриевна Стрелкова, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120010207193
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