Moy Serena Venera, Ya Tebya Lyublyu, Yestestvenno Poem by Hebert Logerie

YA lyublyu tebya, kak ty rodilsya so stilem
Blagodarya krasivoy chernyye v'yushchiyesya volosy
S yego chernogo dereva glazami i nyu
Blagodarya bol'shomu tropicheskoy ulybkoy
S yego nos nagreva mir
S yego ochen' vyrazhennymi gubami
S yego ust, kak eto opredeleno yego bedra
I yeye dlinnyye myagkiy yazyk, chto vrashchayetsya odin raz.

YA lyublyu tebya, konechno, yestestvenno,
S yego shcheki potseloval na solntse
S yego podborodka takzhe lakirovannyye mechty
S yego sochnymi shei smyagchayetsya s medom
S yego zapyatnannyye i potsarapannyye tseluyet zhivot
S yeye pupka posypat' syrom
I nogi kristallizuyetsya s brilliantom i royalti.

YA lyublyu tebya, kak ty rodilsya so stilem
S yeye krasivoy ulybkoy razoblachen
S yeye telo udobno dushistyy
I litso yego, chto napominayet Devu Mariyu.