The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn’t finaly hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind The sweetest injection Of any kind (*) I stop and I stare too much Affraid that I care too much And I hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken When I need a drug in me And it brings out the thug in me Feel something’s tugging me Than I want the real things not tokens The sweetest perfection ... comment: the following as above (*) Things you’d expect to be Baving effect on me Pass undetectedly But everyone knows what has got me Takes me completely Touches so sweetly Reaches so deeply I know that nothing can stop me The sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But I wouldn’t trade The sweetest perfection ... comment: change B -> to the end ------------ From: Max Stepanov Russia St.Petersburg e-mail: [email protected]