You are her slave

Раиса Ильинична Гущина
After all, you lied .......
 Beautiful, thoughtful, and why?
 Did you say you played?
 Come on, come on-I'm not there yet.
  
 I even understand,
 fresh blood - & nbsp; such a fragrance ....
 You drink it-isn't it nice?
 Especially if  was stolen.
  
 Nerves tickling and from the bottom
 rolls, excites, burns with anticipation
 orgasm   & nbsp;furious wave .
 Overflowing with the head,
 washes you off the muddy shore of reality
 And & nbsp; guzzles, guzzles greedily,
 to the last convulsion of the rearing muscles ..
 And drowns with his cunning, gentle, strong,
 & nbsp;crazy - ugly.
  
 And throws, throws away, spits out the remains of you
 All on the same dirty, spattered Bank.
  
 And you're looking for it, looking for it again and again ....
 You are her slave.
 You can't do it any other way now.....