"How can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touch her?!" Here I go again with poetry slam with t...

Люблю глаза твои, мой друг, С игрой иx пламенно-чудесной, Когда иx приподымешь вдруг И, словно молнией небесной, Окинешь бегло целый кру...

" a circular obsession I never wanted but inheritance is accidental  still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitch...

When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips ...