(For Abbey Stone - my first attempt in such manner)
My passionate, heartbreaking,
Life-giving, melting stream!
The efforts are just snaking
By lips with taste: «I[ce] scream».
The only gentle whisper…
The only tender touch
Ends up, when glance is crisper
In greedy pain for such
Inevitable madness…
For such obscure deal
Of insolence and sadness…
The steppe is what I feel
In hungry wolfish burning –
These flames are learned by heart.
Your skin is nude like morning
With my revealing art.
Undress all hidden secrets,
Concealed and dirty claims.
Just look inside, my princess,
Before enchanting aims.
Luxurious temptation
And splendid savage spring
Possess my reputation
And my eternal sin.
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