Dobro Pozhalovat

Standing there wearing Baileys holding a Glass of Cognac I notice your time piece Kremlin findings as you calmly approached my shyness I recognised the untimely gesture leaving my quarters knowing full well beruit was near you offered yourself with no strings an yet bombs sounded throughout the night time air I was taken an yet startled King we were taken to stone slabs draped with teal fabric peppermint oils garments of silk I wore you into the night while we cringed with fright the town emptied the tower tumbled I kelp yours smile in view as your body crumbled into the rumble of yesterday I awakened to the sound of the sun rising in the east as I returned to blood soaked carnage absent from heaven remembering only your touch your warmth your illuminated essence burning my soul whispering dasvidanyia from Russia with love