Her hair twisted on my finger,
She didn`t come, she likes to linger.
How love I to smell your funny curls,
Am I alone here, far from the girls?
Inside as mol ate me my sorrow,
Now where you`ve gone? I want to follow..
Look, tree not a wood - I understood,
Hey, friends, who can lift my fallen mood?
"No future between us", she said, but the belt
Laid over my body and bonded us well.
Skin feels hurry touch big melon fruits,
Too deep into you, until left the boots.
22.02.15 (на абсолютную правильность не претендую)