Waves overlapping one another,
Fingers closer and closer to the borders,
Lips draw patterns on the body,
Happiness trembles with teardrops on the eyelashes.
Waves of raids are uneven,
Lips shamelessly lower and lower,
White foam diligently fights
With lips, rapturous kisses lick.
Waves of sand on a salty body,
Heart jerks on the readiness of desire,
Light barefoot in the hollows swept,
Lips on the body immodest touch.
Overlapping of waves is weak, then strong.
In gray eyes---a reflection of the sky
In white bizarre forms of vanilla,
In the white dreams of last year's snow.
Waves wash away the boundaries of the prohibition,
Penetration is deeper and sweeter.
Lips tend to dispel secrets,
Heart jerks stronger and more often.
Waves ashore with salted foam,
In the bowels of love, pleasure will sprinkle
And spill nectar through the veins,
A new round of the birth of life.