At last I got drunk with you and I fell off. Three nights slept together - I am satisfied.I threw myself greedily at cherry dose.And I was too hungry to feel any fright.I will assume you as my own creation.Hang out near my groin li...

Today I woke up - we were kissing with you.But just for one time - Roden's sculpture emerged,Francesca with Paolo - I have reviewed,killed by a jealous husband, though lips never merged.They read about Guinevere's love - Lanchelot....

I do not feel genitals any more.God castrated me during fasting time.No tears in lingam, no yoni more.Everything is pure like in child's mind.And at night with you lies a little beast.Either proud angel or chopped off stick, An...

Эпиграф: ?Советскую власть считаю логическим следствием исторического процесса, в заговоры против неё не вступал?. Бальмонт из ответа на допросе.Такая дилемма: Советский союз не принял Бальмонта, его не печатав,А я обожаю Советский союз,...

I'm enchanted by you like a foe,Coming either in thunder or silence.Orange poppy was blooming in you,And in kloof there were cherry braceletes.Only you pulled a string to the last,to the highest exhausting seduction.swollen che...

You excite me just like the piano,Which persistently sounds in F major.And your hands are so strong, they are draggingMe dead to the mountains and beyond.I am feeling your hands and your fingers,And how broken in soprano is your vo...

The Code in F-dur flows to my ear:timpani's tremolo and the floating sound,On the horizon - chorus of the children,And in the center a bright ball - the sun.And the white smoke, a heart is sweet and foggy,And with high tension teno...

I saw you in dream, Yulechka, today!After I had been fired from my job,You met with me and you were making jokes,What idiots they have been, all of them.You addresed funny anecdote to me:What for is there a ring and a sharp needle?...

You are really a heart-felt enchanter.I have drowned in reading your verse.And in them the sun is shining brightly,with a firm, in our Russain way, force.On this site there are foolish critics:All concern of theirs is verbal rhymes...

The time has come ... And the cats fly away.Where icebergs melt and where it is warm.Somewhere in the summer they'll returnOr in the spring. Will murmur us a song.For almost half a year only kittensWill guard our sleep, in the stor...