Today I woke up – we were kissing with you.
But just for one time – Roden’s sculpture emerged,
Francesca with Paolo – I have reviewed,
killed by a jealous husband, though lips never merged.
They read about Guinevere’s love – Lanchelot.
But I liked the Psyche-Amur sculpture more.
Though I will not use a lamp to burn your nerves,
For me you are Amur, let scared sisters go.
You are with wings – that’s it! We soar like Psyche.
Our heavenly sex will end in bed, ecstatic.
Since morning the goddess despite all known canons
of a rocky bottom – in sky will weave patterns!
And you are my Beauty! Long-awaited bliss!
I prayed in the morn, frequented Eucharist.
God merged me with you, like air with earth, – a present!
O2 – Rada-Kryshna – we soar together!
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