The Hedonist

You were enwrapping me all-over with your bosom,
Soft-bodied and so tender like the spring,
Lied down on me so heated and so fulsome,
Inflamed to redness with your lustful greed.
Your hand that slid along the contour of the flexion 
Brought out of me the most outstanding moan.
All through my body in a shady warm reflection
There throbbed the thickness of your baritone.
You are excessively obese and over-flawless
As if the decadence that's overflown with lust.
You fondled me just slightly grasping shoulders,
And led away into the loving trance.

You're soaked with sweat, and such was my intention.
The candles melted - you're completely drained.
A luscious lazy hedonistic tension
Has gradually left your hefty frame.
You're lying here, ear's facing sideways, sleeping,
My amorous bacchanal vis-a-vis,
Your belly's all above me ripe and ripping -
The sacred fort of love and gluttony!

16.10.14
               

(Originally by Russian, self translated)