I Want You Poem by EVGENY SEDINKIN

It's evening. It's late.
But I contemplate
Of you of course,
My spiky rose

You don't slip my mind
Because you one of the kind
I want you as booty
Because of your beauty

Your smile is enigma
My heart burning stigma
Your eyes full of shine
They'll never be mine

Your body is treasure,
Which no one can measure.
Your voice is the joy
I'll always enjoy.

You don't look at me
But I'm not enemy.
Forget of your fear,
I'll not interfere.