Fata morgana
Мила Пит
I'll go up quietly to you behind
I'll wind your neck by my arms round
I'll stir up softly your desire
Covering by kisses enkindling fire
You will wonder humorously:You? My missis Pea?
"Yes",- I'll whisper silently and..disappear.
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Мила Пит
, 2013
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