Armenian Ballad

One time, in a dry and sultry summer

I met a luxurious gazelle.

In a dress of light purple color.

As soon as I saw her—I was stunned.

Petite, with a round bottom,

A slender waist, and breasts so fair.

She walked along the platform with a playful gait

And lightly carried her traveling bag.

I offered to help her. She didn't refuse,

Only cast a languid glance with her eyes.

It turned out we were neighbors:

She entered my car, my compartment.

We got acquainted, settled in. The train started.

We began with a light meal.

Armenian cognac set the tone.

Tabaka chicken went into action.

Followed by jokes

About politics, about women and men.

Stella and I hit it off like notes in harmony,

Time flew by—just like that.

Stella's lips suddenly gave a slight yawn:

"I'm drunk, I'd like to rest"

— You have utterly charmed me,

I doubt I'll be able to sleep now.

"Well then, my friend, help me:

I seem to have completely lost my strength,

Unzip the zipper on my dress"

I jumped up like a blown-up ball.

The scent of modest passion hit my nose,

The scent of her body and perfume.

I found myself instantly in the power

Of her white silk panties.

My fingers ran wildly.

Exciting, feeling, burning.

I barely heard a languid whisper

"Don't rush, now I am all yours"

Her breasts fell out of the gentle bodice,

I pressed against the nipples pointing upward.

My cock swelled, hearing the sound of the motive:

"I want to press it to my lips."

Passionate eyes glow in the night,

Her whole silhouette trembles in languor.

Her hands gently cupped my balls,

Her little tongue drove my spine crazy.

I entered her nest pompously,

Like a lion pouncing on a gazelle.

Her flesh opened hotly and beautifully,

I didn't want to part with her.

Stella's moans, my bravura howl—

All merged in the flow of a stormy scene.

She came sweetly beneath me,

Experiencing the fanfare of sperm.

Abramovich Roman