Desire

Автор: Дейнар Пинсет


Petite,

You my flux of delight,

And it's made only for you,

Sweet,

You'll stay for all life in my mind,

Don't doubt my girlie, it's true.

I think that love has come,

And we wouldn't wait any more,

It's not a joke, it's not for fun,

I want to discover new opened door.

From new sheet,

Now, that lines are anniversary,

And they don't last, because you my desire,

You my favourite, you my mooseberry,

From waiting my soul glows with fire.

I like you body, and if your own hasn't ready,

It's so commonly, I could wait, I could wait,

And all these I invented yesterday,

And may be isn't great, but only for you were made.

You my petite...