I rasklai-hands dissolved,
Trying to hurt you
Traces on the body left
Trying to brag by strength.
I made a powerful tree rustled
Branches of hands, knots of fingers,
I wanted to press closer to myself,
In the green color of love having painted.
Gnarled claws sought,
Rotated with poured eyes
I wanted to pinch, tear to pieces
In ecstasy on passionate nights.
Like a two-bucket excavator
Raking your skinny body,
He was left handed in a handful,
A right stroking ineptly.
I'm tentacles to you serpent,
Grabbed the neck, arms, legs,
Suction cups sticky.
Drank sweet intoxicating juices.
Everything stretches and clings to you,
Hug trying to sneak in.
From lust in fire
I'm coming. Do not try to utter a word.
Gnarled oak, centenary oak
Slender pointy met,
Shielded with a mighty crone
From winds and storms of moans.
Leaning against touch
And grows, blooms for glory.
Know one way from them
Together they swim in life.
Oak prizhmёr bony branch
Cuddles awkwardly
Will tear you, nymphet,
Get used to, beauty, you sdyuzhish.
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Eugene, well, I don’t know what to say, with such a lightning-fast and adequately interesting reaction, the next time when the proper volume has accumulated, we will immediately publish two poetic books: my original source and your impromptu parodies. Thank.
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