BlackRousse

Every time you look at me like that, I want to shorten the distance between us.

Just imagining the two of us together gives me the feeling that this evening will be unforgettable..🍒💦

Your presence gives me a feeling I can't explain. All I know is that I always want more..

Every word you say makes me wonder how far this conversation might take us.

I married a prince charming but admit that it is no pot past the love of the first times he turned into a toad. We are told in fairy tales to kiss the divine powers but mine must be badly adjusted I have for proof a batracien.

He, who was so considerate and anticipated all my desires, now precedes me, passing through doorways without holding them open. The dinners where a pearl or a diamond would fall from my napkin, relegating him to oblivion; we no longer eat at restaurants. I married a charming prince, but admit that it's not ideal. After the initial passion, all that remains is a nasty little beast..

 

In fairy tales, we hear about kisses with divine powers, but mine must be miscalibrated, as evidenced by the amphibian. The amphibian, who used to slip little lavender sachets under the pillow, now barely lying down says, "Pass me the remote." His eyes, which used to undress me, still do, I imagine, but if someone is going to catch a cold, it will be the little neighbor..

I'm filling up the gas tank. I'm thinking about vacation. I'm in a bad mood, and I'm not the only one. The sky is gray. People are bitter. I'm in a hurry. I'm stressed. I don't like Paris anymore. Everyone is running around, and it annoys me. I see too many people. I don't care about their lives. I don't have time. I'm so comfortable in my bed. Prepare an umbrella, Delanoë. You can see that we want to leave. Even with gold plating, Paris is dead. It's five o'clock, Paris is falling asleep.

• I like Paris more. No, but who do we think we are? I don't want to see anyone. I'm cutting off my phone. I'm living like a nun. I'm not talking about John. I like Paris more. Past the ring road, the poor guys don't have the good taste of being millionaires. For these outcasts, the city of lights is at the very end of the RER. There are fewer young girls, but more cats. Paris under glass, it's too much for me. The Paris of Audiard is over, but today, I see the one of Hédiard. I like Paris more. No, but who do we think we are? I see too many people. I don't care about their lives. I don't have time. I'm so comfortable in my bed. I'd like to go see the sea. I'd like to hear people be quiet. I'd like to go drink a beer. I'd like to go around the world. I like Paris more. No, but who do we think we are? I see too many people. I don't care about their lives. I don't have time. I'm so comfortable in my bed.