Betula

Chocolate in my eyes
Marmalade on the lips
Mulberry and mocha between the breasts
There's also a hummingbird
He's happy, I'm a birch

Maple syrup on the cheeks
Pure honey on the thighs
Come, cake me in the valleys
Only in the hummingbird
On the bed, I'm a birch

Birch rising from the water
Birch rising to the sky
If you take me by the hand
Take me as a bride
Without worry and without hesitation
Birch on the head and in the ear
I don't do scandals and poses
That's how a birch is

Mommy doesn't care if it's a guy
She guards me from every limb
Mother, it's now or never
He's happy now
That I'm almost a birch

Fluttering and swaying
Floating and drifting
Drifting but not drifting away
So delightful
On the bed, he's almost touching

Walking on the knees
Like a sorcerer with no end
All the charming guys
Dreaming now of oranges
On the bed, I'm a birch