Необыкновенное чувство...
...Колющее чуть пониже грудной клетки, слегка сдавливающее дыхание. По сердцу будто бы течёт река из тёплого вишнёвого сока. А на губах и во рту - вкус недавнего поцелуя. Хотя... Какого недавнего? Прошло полтора часа с нашей встречи, а я всё ещё витаю где-то там, высоко... И уже скучаю.
Хочу тепла. Хочу снова обнять его. И укрыться как мягким одеялом пеленой его глаз.
That's tickling me under the breast, easily pressing down on my lungs. The heart is embrased by a warm river of cherry juice. And on my lips and in my mouth - the taste of his recent kiss. But was is as 'recent' as I think? An hour and a half has passed since we saw each other last. And I'm still somewhere up there... Flying. And I already miss him.
I want his warmth around me. I want to hug him. And wrap myself in the warm shroud of his eyes.
Хочу тепла. Хочу снова обнять его. И укрыться как мягким одеялом пеленой его глаз.
That's tickling me under the breast, easily pressing down on my lungs. The heart is embrased by a warm river of cherry juice. And on my lips and in my mouth - the taste of his recent kiss. But was is as 'recent' as I think? An hour and a half has passed since we saw each other last. And I'm still somewhere up there... Flying. And I already miss him.
I want his warmth around me. I want to hug him. And wrap myself in the warm shroud of his eyes.