You, in half, my, gliding,
A snake crawled into my house.
Crawling, twisting a ball,
Flooded with love house.

My hall at midnight night,
And enchanted by you
I'm like crazy, just look,
On the shine in the patterns of scales.

On the rustle smooth scales,
On the beauty of your snake.
To the dance of passion and love,
On all your movements.

Crawling on the floor, you gliding
Me, to myself is enticing.
Fascinated me with myself
Its snake beauty.

And enchanted by you
I myself am no longer my own.
You my poisonous
My mistress is a snake.

Queen of female beauty,
You, priestess of passion and love.
Fascinated me in the night
In patterns of voiced scales.

And curl in the dance of the volume of love
Two of your hands in gold.
Playing tinkling castanets,
Gaze seduces your ballet.

And the rustle of voiced scales,
Veils smooth circles.
And young beauty,
Circles naked belly.

And around at once, the head,
From the wild shaking belly.
Draw belly circles,
Goddess of sex and love.

At midnight you enter my house,
Rotating a bare belly.
Playing tinkling castanets,
And contemplating your ballet.

I really could not catch it
To spot you at my feet,
When you crawled into the hall,
In a beautiful belly dance.

When you crawled into my palace.
Stepping over the threshold.
I'm a snake sting soon
You are the queen among snakes.

And in dancing tom, loving me,
Having wrapped those legs around me
And I'm my masculine,
In delirious love fateful.

Not hearing your own pleading,
Became a victim of wondrous beauty.
When those fangs pierced,
In the flesh deep in my feet.

I screamed, only had time in the night
Instantly, dying of love.

A. A. Kiselev

September 19, 2016