Hearts are pushy with eruptions,
Heaving in the temples pressure.
Blind temptation leaves no options -
Waving moments on eyelashes.

This is it, my utter sweetness –
Lay white flag as queen-size bedding.
Candles’ light’s upstanding witness
For a jiffy – you are ready.

Fields for butterflies are blooming,
Bellybuttons seized by raptures.
Wear of perfumes is fuming,
Lips are striving to be captured.

Weightless touching stands no distance,
Ripples gullies of emotions.
Mind is losing its subsistence
On the bottom of dreams’ ocean.

Lusts set free for games and flying,
Seventh Heaven, third encounter…
In my arms your virtue’s dying.
Are you - prey? Am I a hunter?

13 Серпня 2007