She is expressive like a flash
Her flesh, attractive like a music
Sometimes you are in need to use it
But have you got enough of dash?
Right here in presence you are scorching
None is indulged in foolish dream
She is imperfect, isn't slim
You go away. At first, stop watching
Don't look into her eyes
Their shine is blinding you again
Don't hunt her, you are still the game
Forget about useless tries
Right here you have a lot of goods
Sometimes you want them to be kicked
You are imperfect, you are sick
Will turn away and die in woods...
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=298307
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 06.12.2011
автор: Jonny Evilko