Рецензия на «Письмо по электронке» (Владимир Декар)
I can't get through - to you, I'm not that bird, not that flight. In my dreams we often meet it's different world there in life, there's all the other way around. Forgive me ma'am indiscretion, but I can't stop talking about it. I'm a seducer, you're submissive, such a dream of grace at night. And what remains in unreal on every inch of your forms. I contemplate with crazy glance, forget of moral code standards. Believe me, long way, we've come... confess honestly, sin not conceal. Are you not pregnant? is it right? we'll replace virtual thread to rings? Бабка Ежка 06.04.2023 14:26 • Заявить о нарушении
Классное стихотворение!..частый случай...с юмором!..
попробовала перевести... :) с теплом и улыбкой. Оля. Бабка Ежка 06.04.2023 14:30 Заявить о нарушении
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