My beloved! My tricky demon!
You’re so bony, that if you please
A cannibal eating you for luncheon,
Would break his teeth while he was crunchin’.
But I am not from such a rude breed
(And anyways a little toothless),
So therefore, without being an annoyance
I’ll eat you with my lips.
Моя любовь! Мой демон шалый!
Ты так костлява, что, пожалуй,
Позавтракав тобой в обед,
Сломал бы зубы людоед.
Но я не той породы грубой
(К тому ж я несколько беззуба),
А потому, не теребя,
Губами буду есть тебя!
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