by pushkine
Your poem is effortless. If her thighs inspire you so, I'm glad that you were staring (and I suspect that she was too).
I was too subtle (afraid) long ago - loved and lost. No deception, but not full expression - costly mistake.
Ah, Pushkine, true, true. There is no subtlety in love or passion and yes, I have been staring at your poems...