Roksolana and Snezhana Denisovna.
DIVISION OF LANA.
I'm an office slut
According to the creator,
But I am disguised,
Like, the girl is beautiful
Innocent sheep:
I do not know how to suck
Between the legs of the peasant "candle"
And like all whores f ... ut,
Why corporate
And dark toilet,
How to rent an apartment
For a couple of "difficult" years?
Not an easy job-
Under the chef secretary:
Suck him to vomit
And booty famously shpar.
But do not forget about the case:
Paper yes calls.
When in body work
And slaps are heard,
When riding a chef
You "create comfort"
Calls are terribly furious,
Get carried away do not give.
But you, gritting your teeth,
Must give everyone the answer
When started
For your boss your blowjob.
Work to the eyeballs ...
Promasters are not needed
Always prepare excuse
For the chef's wife.
Like, chief of business trip,
Hurries to suppliers
Where everything settled cleverly
Return sober vkhlam.
No, he's not in the bath now,
What with the girls? No no!
Flies in "Tmutarakane"
From where it sends greetings.
Work and wait
From the chef "pretzels" -
In the envelope with a bill
Where count and six zeros.
OTHER FATE.
Legal fucking, open arms:
Not for everyone, but for so many
Who met on the way ...
In this world we are all sisters, in this world we are all brothers,
But everyone has their own way,
By which age to go.
To be a matron is so honorable: both comfortable and prestigious.
Be caring wilderness
For children and for grandchildren.
To be for the husband strong rear and native wife in life:
All the orders to listen to him
And carefully grumble.
Well in the crowd of neighbors to be an active unit,
Discuss soups and cereals,
And cake recipes,
Who is very honest in your favorite series, who is a harlot,
Did not Masha instruct
Are you singing long horns?
In life there is a different fate. There is a thorny road
Meet a lot on the way
Very different men.
This difficult road is beyond the power of many:
The path is not easy for experienced
And do not tolerate shackles.
Sexy beauties crave a temporary friend,
To surrender that there is power
Give souls a volcano.
To the oncoming avalanche, not pathetic attempts,
Heat body flooded
Under the playing "organ".
There is love for ages, for years, there is a habit of being decent,
All sincerely loved,
And home, and native.
This does not suit them, they have a different, excellent way:
Be explosive, indomitable,
But also a devotee, at times.
To live in such an easy and difficult way: how is fortune this time?
Will turn in this world
So the fate.
As in solitaire will lay down the cards: or suffer madly
In the hateful apartment,
Or - meet fellow,
Unsettled mentally, hungry for a mad meeting
The one that is rated
This macho for me.
With the one with which on the bed will be an endless holiday,
And the bed they will be the stage
Rampages of sex and fire.
I try to understand such that they are driven in this world,
What pushes time after time
Them in the madness of passions
Surrendering without a trace, opening the heart wider,
Closing a strict mind
Only when looking at the bed?
Every time, as a new holiday, every time the madness of colors,
As if this is the last
Like everything for the last time.
In the battle goes, opening the visor, without shackles and lying masks,
Without false accretions,
Without gems and embellishment.
To you, ladies, beauties, to you, balzakovskie ladies,
I sing my verse. You lyre
I dedicate without hiding.
Life without you loses the charm, taste and bitterness of a sharp drama,
What do you show to the world
Every year and day and hour.
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The one with whom instincts were married:
Legal or even temporary -
Mental affairs of his attorney?
What is the smell lovely darlings,
Walking down the stairs past us:
Perfume & Lipstick
Or strive to please us
Figure, stylish hair,
Clothes, bright and catchy,
Wishing friendship and communication,
Intrigue, thirst for adventure?
Like call signs of sexuality
We accept: look, fingers,
A sense of proven suffering?
What is the essence of mutual understanding?
Go ...
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You seem to be right
Intrigue like
What about family?
- No, I'm for the foundations,
Family, that holy.
There are only three of us:
My husband, son and me.
But you can also
After all, you are cautious?
Everything is simple and difficult ...
Today is my "hour".
Put on the same mask
Let there be a fairy tale day
Why do we need excuses?
We live only once.
Let's dance
TangO, let's talk,
Mentally, not in sue -
I love dancing.
You are very sensual,
Until women hunt.
So burn your eyes,
I can hardly stand it.
Tango is not fun,
And the poison of the heart ...
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Here you are able, Eugene, to write scabious poems so that it looks really great. This is what I said about the first poem, as you understand :). Well, there’s nothing much to say about the second one - of course, it’s fine. Of course, 10 - for both verses. Of course, thanks.
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Here is the first commentator. Long time did not look at me, Sergey.
Yes, the first verse began as a short commentary on the story of Roksolana, and the full story came out, I had to be allowed into the publication.
The second one wrote according to his own fantasies, but bearing in mind Nonka and other snowy characters.
Thanks for rating and review.
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But-but! I am not a Balzak lady, but a virgin in the prime of life :))
Poem is great! And the moral is visible.
I'm glad that my humble office tale inspired you to write poetic lines. Thank!!!
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Well, that you, my limonnenky, balzakovskie ladies - this snowy heroine. You have a flower of fragrant prairies!
Thanks for the feedback.
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ten! As always great!
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Thank.
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that's how vsehda-flower tore, wings broken, ideal mocked, where is the promised happiness? Naturally, the second verse hooked me ... as if you were seeing through me (in awkward places))
the older the woman, the harder she is
she is wiser, cunning, tender,
and knows exactly who she needs in life,
thinks dozens of moves ahead)))
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Glad to be pleased. I first wrote in this manner (this is about the second verse), probably, Nonka inspired, painfully colorful lady.
You are waiting for him, but happiness only dreams,
Lures, like a dream, hiding in the distance.
Fate flies scared bird
To the flower of love that hides in the dust.
I tear it down, wash it and warm it,
Put in a vase in the middle of the table ...
Love mirage, lottery ticket:
Bought and wait, and youth passed.
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I also adore Nonku! Snezhana managed to create it in such a way that she began to live her life.
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Oh, Eugene!
You are my favorite porn singer))) I close my eyes and sigh languidly. How do you know how to file indecent aesthetic! Elegant and easy! I always have a desire to read your poems out loud))) Ten!
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Your comment is like a martini glass: strong sweet and with a wormwood flavor.
Thank.
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I shake five! Fascinated by shit!
Bearded anecdote:
A young and old bull is standing on a mountain, and under a mountain there is a herd of cows. The young bull turns to the old- "Let's quickly go down, I'll take a brown one, and you are motley, quickly have a good time and run away." It will not work, it’s a complete bullshit, "says the old bull. Well then, let's do the opposite. not serious"
“Then what do you suggest?” Asks the young one. The old one, without ceasing to chew, responds- “We will descend very slowly and calmly and several times we will plow through the whole herd.”
Well fucking will - it's about you)))
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Glad to not forget.
Yes, indeed, this “other” way did not give rest to many and turned its head to one side.
I hope, do not forget, as our great leader said at the time:
“No, we'll go the other way!”
And I went and set the country on my ears ... As a result, we still do not understand what position we are in.
Thanks for the feedback.
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