Inna Poem, by APB, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

My Russian princess,

You gave me the sweet tooth,

Older but timeless,

Bitter lips, sweet drug,

Highest class,

Had me around you like a tie,

Dream of nothing sinful,

But of the touch of your grace,

Interlace our hands with drink,

Consume me out of your fairy bottle,

If your love causes pain,

I will enjoy it.