Russian Beauty

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Russian Beauty

Tiss morn, tiss mild, tiss wet,

The rain pours down the moon has set.

I drink to wake my body and mind,

Maybe today her I will find.

I’ve swam in rivers of rapture,

Still no hearts I have captured.

Awaiting truth, telling lies,

I say hello, she says goodbye.

Until my angel, golden hair,

Falls upon my lap, with body bare.

And gives a hundred kisses,

Her soft wet lips, she never misses.

And love awaited days and months,

Is here for me right in front

Of my two eyes and beating heart,

The entire time, we were apart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2024 06:58
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 2
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