Sasha

97
Now, friends, tell straight,
who is to blame?.. As for me, just beautiful
Fold all sin to hell, - he is used to
To slander; moreover, safer
Antlers and claws, other than the language ...
so, we note, spirit invisible,
but proud, gloomy, evil, not resistible
No Ladanom, no swearing, no cross,
Played fate Sasha, as the ball,
AND, Let the following whim,
I threw him something random, it up, then down.

98
Two months have passed. In the darkness of night,
Tiptoed up the stairs stepping,
In gaskets, wool scarf throwing,
Sasha was a virgin young;
blew lamp, trembling hand
Holding on to the back of a shaky bed,
She was looking hot there embrace.
Then, on a soft lint involved,
She hid under the covers;
Sigh struggled from the breast,
And in hot kisses he merged.

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