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She was sitting on her sofa
While the fire was crying next to her
Everything in her place…
is perfumed, sleek, and perfect
Everything is asking me,
“here, here is the date”
Even paints here have their own desire,
I feel my chair is already sweating
In the outside,
we had fierce, atheist winter.
It was storming in the crops outside,
But there was lightning inside my soul
And in my heart,
crying clouds and black snow
*
I was there, next to her,
She keeps filling my cup and I keep singing
How to fight winter?
if not by poetry and tasty wine…
And candle which gets tired of breathing?
Just one cough and after that it dies
*
She was humming,
like tired wolf
Then attacks me, like a lion
but with desire...
and her leg into the dark cover
looks like dangerous snake
and her body on fire
terrifying but flowery
and the necklace above her tits...
was swimming and singing
and like her necklace,
my instincts were falling down then goes up
*
She was like I wanted
Dictionaries can not explain her
She met all my expectations
I am almost worshiping her
Her hair was as I like
long and spreaded out
and her tits were awesome,
made of jasmine
*
She was with me
and the fire were crying
The crops outside were crying
and the sea was flooding
And in my heart,
crying clouds and black snow