reaking the bans of Indigo
Eva
© Eva, 2020
ISBN 978-5-4498-7550-1
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Oh, woman keeper of dream!
About WOMAN, keeper of the dream..!
I’m beckoned by the madness of sadness
And under your veil,
I’ll bow to the weasel of the silk shackles.
Wanting life? Ready to give it away..!
In the name of the blazing heart,
And if you’re going to sell your soul,
I’ll give my soul just for a moment. Bliss.!
And you’re saying, “What about it without HER?
And LIFE IS TO THE WORLD OF THE WORLD OF YADOM…
I’ll tell you, I’m all lies!
I’M POISON, THEN WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND!
My fig tree.
Wait, I guess I’m drunk today.
I’ll have your lips open with mint.
And silk to the point of insanity is desired,
Your hair, in the color of a pointy sunset.
Freeze and stand!.. let the birds shut up,
The heat of the sun will calm down I am fascinated…
No! I’m re-crucified by you,
Traces of scarlet are forever bewitched.
My Fig Tree, every gesture
In your captivity and captivity I wish
You, under your “arrest-wedding cross”
I doom my body and love!
Flamenco fight.
You’re on fire dancing “flamenco”
Balancing in thin faces.
And fake your record.
A gentle squeak of the subcutaneous wound.
Senorita, please be quiet!
Your pace is elusive,
Slowly takes away the roof
Exhale, smoother back!
I love the eroticism of dance,
This intimacy is in one touch.
You’re not giving me a chance.
Absorbing absinthe desires.
Give in, not a white dance,
My burning paranoia.
Exposing the prop of gloss,
Be my eternal war!
I’m not going to give up without a fight,
To die only in rhythm with you!
In the nudity of a hot night
Adored by mine, Tsunami.
post scriptum: Dance, it’s war.
You’re smoking me slowly.
You smoke me slowly, I give myself heroin on my lips,
Devils dotted from thin lines on a damp body.
I want to be extremely, internally rude today,
Conquer the turns of your – my mayhem.
I want to enjoy the movement of the crushed flesh,
To penetrate, to dissolve to the edge of the bottom.
To bring to the limit and feel the body on a platoon,
A loud volley – a sip to drain your cup of wine.
Intercepted throat, scorching, hot desire
The veins are cut and tied with a tight knot.
I immerse in the madness with a velvet, gentle touch
And breaking down the bans, indigo… I’m going for a break!
You called me My Dear Gette!
You called me, “My dear Gette!”
In German, relishing the rhymes on the flight.
I don’t care where you live.
You won’t come, but you’ll understand.
My woman, are you afraid of the sun?
You’re worthy of the hottest, Grazie”
But i’m not like it or drinks.”
I wouldn’t kiss you and others!
Drinking Cuban rum, fools will fly to Cuba.
Or to the States for paprika, chilli pepper.
Why would I want to do that? If your lips are dry,
They burn so that the heart beats in hysterics!
I wouldn’t call you beautiful at all,
Sharp prof and ridiculous-funny bangs.
Just know, without you I can’t stand it!
I’m missing, honestly!.. You’re going to hell.
This girl is “for-tamed-not-in-the-response”
This girl
“for-tamed-not-in-response”
And kissing lips
she forgets quickly,
the thin thread of her monist
will retain names
In an envelope.
Every abandoned
was marked
and we love to the pain,
to the first
