Every unevenness on my skin is a song, shy reddens,
Press your lips to me, and we will fly to passion heavens.
Every blade of grass on my skin is a Garden of Eden mounts,
Pluck it with your teeth—enjoy the whisper of passion sounds.
Every hollow on my skin is a space for a violinist stroll,
My friendy, don’t get lost in a secluded alley, no fall!
And every hill on the way is a creation of the Creator,
To it, I will dedicate my best poem, hungry Alligator!
Alligator
© Copyright: Святослав Соловьев, 2026
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