My head's a mess, a total fright,
Some cockroaches staged a coup.
I rocket in my dizzy flight
From panic to nirvana’s view.
And you, my love, it's all your art,
You blow my mind, you steal the roof!
Your tender love jump-starts my heart -
You wind me up, ignite the proof!
Oh, how my burning lips ignite,
My heart boils over, fierce and loud...
No, ladies, gents, I set it right:
This ain't no laryngitis cloud!
It's you, my darling wild one, be,
Who tears me sweetly, sets me pace,
Spins round my head for all to see,
And pulls me deep into your space.
A Mess
© Copyright: Теленкевич Сергей Михайлович, 2025
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