I am expecting for your hands
To take me fiercely but gently.
And that is all of my demands –
At doing this you’ve been so deftly.
The dress I’m wearing is for you.
It’s obvious that I am burning.
And this is not exactly new
For me to feel like I am falling.
I like the February’s snow
‘Cause unlike yours its touch is tender.
The weather is fifteen below
But I’m not ready to surrender.
I am still waiting for your touch.
Although sometimes you make me pissed
My lips, and hands, and heart, and such
Are just unable to resist.
(10.04.11)
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