Cappuccino Of Love Poem by Liza Sud

You will gratify my dairymaid,
while you playfully look from a crib,
Without stingy gifts for the New Year -
one hundred percent - you will tempt me.

I will trail behind you like a dog,
I will sprawl on your chest, feeling loose.
And will lick the milk tasty and hot -
as your foundling and rosy goose.

You play with me as with a small cat,
sew a sheepskin coat and knit a clew,
From the early morn drowsy I run
In a birdwatch that is spread by you.

And a red squirrel and a chick - both-
All my totems are caught in your traps.
As in uterus, there's a squirt of foam,
Where we drink cappuccino of love.