By a mighty wave of voluptuousness
I’m in the darkness of a red -hot swim,
Coniting the destructive power
Hands of hot and furious lips.
Modin you
I admit … I am your slave ..
I am like melting wax or clay –
All you want to sculpt from me
To dawn … Know, only the morning is bursting, –
I will become cold, alien again, –
All my reckless tenderness
Under the usual dill with armor ..
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