понедельник, 07 апреля 2008
the man you like is the man you kiss
...something 's amiss
when you don't see him standing where he used to,
but then the slightest hiss and he appears
behind your sholder,
there where every fantasy's uncoscious dream is born.
he whispers, burning up your ears
raisies again forgotten fears
and sets you up for many tears,
but only sometime after.
and as you're taking off your dress
you hope so strongly to impress
compress, caress, and then possess
supress your inhibition.
you let it go and give a sigh.
my body is a temple quite unlike yours
it knows to move and feel with fire, earth, air, water.
the shaking flow, the movement's burst,
both you and i, we feel immersed
in time and languages unlike our own.
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english