Love on the Internet is global,
As, however, the Internet itself.
There are no distances in it,
There are no doubts and complexes.
I met Maria there ..
At first there was a banal flirting,
Then she became beautiful,
At least the image in the photo is blurred.
We talked so inspired,
Under the glass, I imagined,
How sweet we kissed her ..
And finally, the hour has come,
When, I’m talking about personal dates,
Her, Smerelev, asked for.
Not long staying in expectant,
I received the consent.
Masha wrote to me that very
I wish me for a long time.
And a bright, gentle feeling
Stronger all day by day.
Your last question,
Struck me on the spot;
Naive and just asked:
“Tell me, and you love anal”?
They stretched a minute for years,
Cognac counted on liters,
But damn it, it was cool,
Only from the foreshow, for now.
And now, I’m entering the dark room,
Masha is waiting for me in bed,
Her ass is inviting,
My lust is growing ..
What has begun here, you can’t describe
Simple poetic line.
And you will never hear a roar,
Ryk just published by me.
I do not see the one that I have,
I just feel only: “I want”!
And I’m getting stronger myself more and more,
And the Prus, and I trudge, and scream ..
Stands before the inner gaze,
Screen, well, as if in a dream.
Fragments on it conversations,
What I liked so much before.
Discharge. End. The body is porridge.
On the sheets fell nearby,
And only, “it’s good how, Masha!”
I whispered softly.
In response, I hear a voice that,
In my opinion, it is obviously baking:
“I’m sorry, I’m not Masha, I am Misha …”
And something else says.
Well, what can I say, screwed up.
But what kind of love!
And heart with blood wound,
Will not be able to love again again.
In the meantime, there is no urine to think.
Looks like I didn’t completely move away ..
And the voice suddenly, mine, by the way,
“God with him, all the same, good …”
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