И 220 вольт при мысли о тебе, и сок по проводам.
И мятая постель, и фрисби в темноте.
Бросок-удар и кофе полчаса,
И в разные места большого города.
И нереально так чуть ниже живота.
И запах сонных тел, дыхания шелка,
И утренний оргазм.
И лилии в воде, и кожа мокрых стен.
Бедро, рука.
И пальцы между строк! И напряжённый ствол!
Меж ног дрожащий кольт!
В наручники тебя, и на железный стол.
И 220 вольт.
И 220 вольт при мысли о тебе.
And 220 volts at the thought of you, and juice through the wires.
And the wrinkled bed, and the frisbee in the dark.
Throw-kick and coffee for half an hour
And to different places in the big city.
And it's unrealistic just below the abdomen.
And the smell of sleepy bodies, breath of silk,
And the morning orgasm.
And lilies in the water, and the skin of wet walls.
Thigh, hand.
And fingers between the lines! And a tense trunk!
A trembling Colt between my legs!
In handcuffs you, and on an iron table.
And 220 volts.
And 220 volts at the thought of you.
