Maybe Some Prologue? Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Think up some preliminary talk. You are a pedagogician, me not. I have been clean after my partner (only partner, by the way) for several hours, days, not yet weeks.
What do you prefer? Perhaps to embody our common need at some blog? Or to return me to my own former story? I do flip across my nights. But not all partners suited me. I meant to stay with my lady, to let her conceive again. She already keeps a boy by me, though she is considerably elder. But we needed a result, and so. What are your plans, intentions, wishes perhaps? Maybe to stay with me up to the coffin's border? Why not, I am dark but pretty. So I muse. What are your true motives, likings? Yes, I soar, vut it is unreality.