TO ALEXANDER NEIMANN
by Galaburda Cyril
While you was playful I was cold
And now I have not any choice
But only to be very bold,
To be more than in lustful poise.
If only once I found flesh
When was “by chance” in your court,
If only you was in my mesh
Of wish to join in dirty aught
In shades of parents’ desert wealth
That you’ll invite to me some day.
You will resort to native stealth
To take got tight my clothes away.
I haven’t got hot water but
I can attack you in a bed
When your fun jut will pierce my gut
And give your childish shape to pet.
You think that only way’s invasion
When you are rumpling bed to joy.
But there’s no cause for an evasion
For pleasure if I’ll suck your toy.
I hope that I will never miss
Your childish face when growing ripe
You give your adult key to kiss.
(Was it the tool for younger’s wipe?)
Not only I will have the might
To burn insights with stretching seed.
I hope I will not miss his bright
For kissing tender childish seat.
Night before 06/11/2010