"ninotchka" poems
Ninotchka, I beg you
Stay
You shouldn’t leave
It's cold and nasty outside
Soldiers are marching
In black overcoats
One, two, three
Ninotchka, I’m sorry
I understood everything
I know now how
And you
Do not go away
I ask you
I'm a miserable man
But
Ninotchka, in the eyes
Look in my eyes
I beg
Another minute
I entrust myself to you
For all the sins
That
Ninotchka, tell
Tell them not to wait
There
I'm here
Stay here
I beg
You
Ninotchka, ...
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Psychic glockenspiels come from western civilization to steely dilation
The sun may rise and the Swede's dreams looking for hindsight and elation
A cinema mon amour, the compensation spreads like their legs on ovulation, it's Ninotchka's dilemma with fornication
Firstborn of the soft-core **** of the thorny copulating, and yonder lying in waiting till you're a ne'er zaftig
First-form soothsayers, and strides of samba spies salivating with charm, you're a tinsel town in the maelstrom
Lick your lips, and lickety-split, you're in the instigation of salacious mating
Of a **** of minor, and crime of a major elemental nature, you'll get sentencing from the abyss of vultures
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC