Wow, what a love!

You've completely bent me over,

Putting me to bed with you.

You punched me hard in the ear,

And now I'm all inside you.

Or are you inside me, I don't remember,

It was a fierce blow from your hands.

I doubt I can recall anything now,

Only how I fell to the floor.

You've twisted me up here.

Like a bear in the remote taiga.

And you tore my clothes,

I might die right now.

Under you and this mass,

The bed creaks at midnight.

Saleswoman, head cashier.

Curb your appetite.

I picked you up at the cash register,

At the grocery store on the corner.

Champion in the heavyweight class,

You fought for the country.

But now, all you need,

Is damn—love for yourself!

Let's say together, to hell with needing!

You're sitting on top of me.

You, wrestler, Olympian.

The clink of medals on your chest.

Left tit, right tit,

God, Lord, save me!!!

Glory to the Olympians, glory!

A throw over the head.

From your apartment, Klava,

I couldn't manage to leave anymore.

Seeing your biceps,

Seeing your powerful press.

Sobered up from a bottle and a half,

Only upon hearing—Scoundrel, stop!

— You brute, you stud!

Tempter, vile snake!

Now, we'll see what kind of man!

What's in your pants, Andrey?

My dick is now all smoking,

But the hard-on isn't for two.

How could I be such a fool to get drunk,

Went all limp from the blow.

You bent me over and knocked me down,

Hit me in the ear with your hand.

Spread me out on the bed,

Like a sheet beneath you.

I gave up long ago myself,

I only pray to the Lord.

Why did I butt heads with you,

Why did I say—I love you!

For my native Motherland,

I'm ready to give my life.

But, not like this, surely not like this!

Why did I say—I love you!

Have mercy on the lad, Klava,

I'll probably die right now.

That's not sex, more like a beating,

I'm perishing for the country.

Kiselev A. A.

08/20/2016