Larisa Rubalskaya. (№ 243998)

Came in, shook off the fur snow,
Estimate fancy.
Flashed from under a blue century
Your eyes are cold.
Gone, the knees teasingly
They say, bet big.
Have already been I
Such is not available.
Where you gonna go,
When you undress,
When warm in my hands.
In the words stray,
Then will be forgotten,
Then it will appear in the clouds.