The rain was singing cheerfully again,
Like angels do in Paradise anew,
I saw a dream, a dream about the man,
A vivid dream of how I love you!
The birds were twitting cheerfully for us,
Like always on a nice and sunny day.
I heard a voice, a whisper, pleasant buss,
My ghostly man was going away!
The night was crawling steplessly in bed,
Like feelings were my expectations red,
I felt my skin was thrilling waiting him,
With only wish to touch, to smell, to sin!
Sin
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