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Pre almost a year, I wrote a story that I conjured passion, tenderness, love. Story which I paid to myself, reserved fragrances, love, attention, reserved loyalty, which I drank herself heard myself and him ... that I want him to madness, to death, to unsurpassed heights and unimaginable distance ... which I conjured up and called out in his mind, body, hug ...
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Smells his senses ... feel it ... let it ... believe reserved me ... looking for love ... and dream ... Everything passes quickly ... and should not ... should keep you feeling and moments, constantly revive them ... again ...
I want to revive all your precious moments with you ... that all their longing pour into your hands, in your lips, in your skin and put his lips all your fears, restlessness, sadness, tears, wandering, comings and goings ... I want to drown their the smell in my scent and that never cease to make me be real ... to me nateras to breathe, breathe ... love your love ...
When Phoenix hit its wings to interfere dreams and reality. reserved This year he arrived in my sleepless nights. I do not remember when I closed my eyes and slept ordinary, dead sleep without dreams. Snom rest. I feel that I will not soon. As if I was a head sprinkled powder other planets. I can not recall that the clock has ticked and is tipped slightly in general. I remember just a mist, scents and drinking too much desire that it is not a dream. At one point, nothing more could not be ascertained. Very tangible, real, very strong and mine. So far I have not written my dreams, but for all the first time. Maybe it's time to divide ... In the moonlight stopped reserved time through my heavenly view over the bed and we ušunjala him over stolen dreams. As to me whispered breath and something woke me up. I have not even opened her eyes, and I stole and I tonight all his dreams. Slight wobble in the fingertips that something persistently seek the skin and painful quest for lips ... As a thirst that can not quench it, like chest pain that pulsates to the moment reserved of contact of skin on skin, lips, soft and wild desire not to stop any dream or java. As if the whole room She turned and it was only my vertiginous needs. Fog descends and the heat of views that pierces through the darkness of dreams. The tips of the fingers on his lips, neck, chest, crazy unicorns who do not write the story than is created. What a feeling ... Gallop heart and silky touch of two beings. As if all the unicorns of the world have joined their forces, intermingled their desires ran up by invisible pathways complexion. The special feeling of combustion at a gallop, when research crosses all boundaries and dreamed possible when you assumed a startled and from the force and stopped in an instant, somewhere reserved deep inside of you from the realization that the more powerful, emotional, evening, inexhaustible need. Wild Potter and the quest, as you do not know who wants more to taste every inch of this madness. Colors reserved and shapes are raked in a haze of sleep. Nothing the matter, there was nothing there except reserved us. Taste your lips like a forest in autumn, as the flickering bright leaves falling from trees while the energy flowing by just touching exploration, desire and power. Dismissal to tenderness, inability to stop, the power to seize and will last for a reason. No one does not need. The moment when the sliding Moab each saddle leather reserved mind spilled like rain, every drop is also called the lips of memories. Something that is snapped, something is divided and migrated from me to him, from him to me. As the current world that is struggling to resist each other and the impact can not keep up and admit defeat. The search took the clues hands, lips sliding down the whole body, thigh that breathe the story of his cheek ... She turned the room more quickly, and the fog is gone, it's gone all over the world. As it went on all night, as the dream was one whole life. Desire and passion, the body that is not