Nastasimir Franović

Dubrovnik 12.04. 1960.
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Lust

I didn't see you naked that night.
I felt all my strength in your sighs.
You were biting your lips, at the glimmer of moonlight fading through the window.
I saw that you wanted me lustfully.
Your skin is so soft and white.
Your breasts bulge from my lips.
Your hair is tied below your shoulders.
Your white thighs wrapped around me.
Oh, how passionate and timid you were that night.
Your lustful lips prevented me from falling asleep.
I didn't see you naked that night.
Oh, how you wanted to give yourself up. I felt all my strength in your sighs.
Oh, how can I forget that night and that glimpse of moonlight?
My thoughts wanted a hundred times to create your image from memory.
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