Max Kuvaev

Rookie - 0 Points (14/03/1974 / East Siberia)

Stolichnaya Fuelled - Poem by Max Kuvaev

a nice evening
with Stolichnaya and pickled cucumbers
and your hand
on my parts which i thought you cared not of
liquid in the bottle
Stolichnaya is the fuel
and fragile cover of reason just blasts off
a thin layer of logic
ability to decide
what could be wrong what could be right
i think we will make love this night
and i don't care what it might
turn out to be

Stolichnaya with personal talks
and i'm starting to choke
a nice evening and i thought -

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 4, 2008

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