The Wings’ Spot
by Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889)
I pass my fingers through your blond hair,
Rays fall in waves on bosoms I haven’t seen before.
The corset that hides them is a sentry to riches.
Your eyes stop and provoke me, like guardians.
Your eyes… the con artists! I can never figure them out.
At the same time they attract me, but my person, they also reject.
They attract me when they are cold, with a desperate gaze.
They reject me, when full of passion I touch your bosoms.
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