You will gratify my dairymaid,
while you playfully look from a crib,
Without stingy gifts for the New Year –
one hundred percent – you will tempt me.
I will trail behind you like a dog,
I will sprawl on your chest, feeling loose.
And will lick the milk tasty and hot –
as your foundling and rosy goose.
You play with me as with a small cat,
sew a sheepskin coat and knit a clew,
From the early morn drowsy I run
In a birdwatch that is spread by you.
And a red squirrel and a chick – both-
All my totems are caught in your traps.
As in uterus, there’s a squirt of foam,
Where we drink cappuccino of love.
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