a flowing black lashes, the sound of beauty,
profile that stands out in a serious and still. On
red lips stretched in a vacuum, let us die
fantastic fingers. In
look normal and deep,
only remains for me the idea of \u200b\u200bits content.
vacuo and the wonderful nonsense,
for you as for anyone,
questions lies in the spirit of my courage,
of unusual actions.
remind me of a cat that I held in my arms
and he licked his fingers.
I want in a bed, lying naked and desired
your lover, good only to love one more day, waiting for the end
.
There is already a reason to bite her in the flesh,
Hitting your face claiming a power, which is accomplished
enjoy without ever knowing it.
Discover ancient rhetoric as the kindness of taste.
A finger in her mouth and profane and violent. Scratched
just to keep you glued to my body, hold
, belt. Can you feel my soul within?
forget about the right to hell. Cala
winter. To give us answers that die after having
looking for, take, love, lick
and then abandoned, alone in dank, wet
of four memories of sweaty skin,
bit of lips without pain,
of half-choked words, elsewhere ... love.
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