I'm shy as you can see when u met me, but you can make sure that it is not the only thing you will discover, I am willing to let myself be carried away by a man who can excite me, maybe wil be me who surprise you when youdecide to spend time alone with me.
I remember when we broke up, the first time saying: this is it, I've had enough cause, like we hadn't seen each other in a month when you said you needed space (what? Then you come around again and say: baby i miss you and i swear i'm gonna change, trust me remember how that lasted for a day say: i hate you, we break up, you call me, i love you.
My slave, fear me. Love me, you know. My slave! I am with you the vastest sunset of my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star. When they move away from you my steps return to me. My own whip falls on my life. You are what is inside me and is far away. Fleeing like a chorus of chased mists. Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far. And what, being far away under my feet, walks. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in ruins.
In the hidden corners of passion, the fire of eroticism without reason is kindled. Enmeshed in an intimate and passionate embrace, the bodies surrender without shame or sin.
In the hidden corners of passion, the fire of eroticism awakens without reason. Entangled in an intimate and passionate embrace, the bodies are given without shame or sin..
In the hidden corners of passion, the fire of eroticism is lit without reason. Enchvêtré dans une étreinte intime et passionnée, the bodies are delivered without shame or sin..
Root me in your chest, with every heartbeat Sow me in your arms, fertilized with caresses Curdle a sweet love, syrup in your mouth Water your man-trunk with my hands, mine alone Be born in you every night mixed up in branches, leaves and fertile earth: mass of meat like a coiled branching honeysuckle Germinate for you each of all my early mornings Wrap me with your sad green smile, until it disappears and is fertilizer lover of an lve story, ours, made of sun
Root me in your breast, with every heartbeat Sow me in your arms, fertilized with caresses Curdle sweet love, syrup in your mouth Water your man's trunk with my hands, mine alone Born in you every night mingled with the branches, litter of leaves and fertile soil: mass of meat like honeysuckle sarmentosa coiled Germ for you every one of my mornings Wrap me in your sad green smile, until it disappears and is a loving fertilizer of a love story, ours, made of sunshine
When I get the urge, I think of you, and I imagine what I'd be doing to you right now... You have no idea what I imagine about you and then the desire grows deeper and deeper inside me... My saliva will dress your naked skin; my hands will draw like a Da Vinci your body outlining step by step with my fingertips and later with my wet tongue; my hips will dance at their private feast with yours and a single moan will spring from your throat and mine.. And the desire continues to grow, now your skin like a coat will cover mine and again your tongue will be the chisel of my warm body and we will reach the garden of desire again.. And this time our groan will shake the earth and awaken the most primitive instinct of the neighbors.. So is my desire for you; you have not the remotest idea of all that goes through my mind when the desire for you, grows within me.
When desire invades me, I think of you, and I imagine what I would be doing to you at that moment... You don't have the slightest idea of everything I imagine with you and then the desire grows more and more inside me.. My saliva will dress your naked skin; my hands will draw your body like a Da'Vinci, outlining step by step with the tips of my fingers and later with my wet tongue; my hips will dance in their private party with yours and a single moan will come from your throat and mine.. And the desire continues to grow, now your skin like a coat will cover mine and again your tongue will be the chisel of my warm body and again we will reach the garden of desire.. And this time our moan will shake the earth and awaken the most primitive instinct of the neighbors.. This is my desire for you; you don't have the slightest idea of everything that goes through my mind when the desire for you grows inside me.
When desire overwhelms me, I think of you, and I imagine what I would do to you at that moment... You don't have the slightest idea of everything I imagine with you and then the desire grows bigger and bigger inside me... . My saliva will dress your skin; my hands will draw your body like a da'vinci, describing you pas à pas avec le bout de mes doigts et plus tard avec ma langue mouillée; my hips will dance dans leur soirée privée avec la tienne et un seul gémissement will come from your throat et de la mienne.. And the desire continues to grow, maintenant ta peau comme un manteau will cover mine and once again une fois ta langue sera le ciseau de mon corps chaud and we will arrive à nouveau au jardin du désir.. And this time our gémissement will make the earth tremble and awaken the most primitive instinct of neighbors... You don't have the slightest idea of everything that goes through my head when my desire for you grows in me..
I keep falling towards you, as you sink into my body, I wish to slip my kisses soaked in caresses, reborn with the moon, embracing the sun, without fear of love, the stench of a sleeping heart burning its feelings trying to live today, breath is controlled, feelings absorbed, Opening the doors to mere pleasure, warm, wet connection, purulent mouths kissing the sublime of the doors of hedonism without cynicism I masturbate through your scent
I keep falling towards you, while you sink into my body, I want to avoid my kisses, soak in caresses, be reborn with the moon, hugging the sun, without fear of love, the stench of a sleeping heart burning its feelings trying to live for today, breathing is controlled, feelings absorbed, opening the doors to mere pleasure, warm, wet connection, purulent mouths kissing the sublime of the doors of hedonism without cynicism I masturbate through your smell
I keep falling towards you, while you sink into my body, I want to avoid my kisses, soak up caresses, be reborn with the moon, hug the sun, without fear of love, the stench of a sleeping heart burning its feelings trying to live for today, breathing is controlled, feelings absorbed, Opening the doors of simple pleasure, hot and wet connection, festering mouths fucking the sublime of the doors of hedonism without cynicism I masturbate through your scent
Take off my eyelids and cheeks, kiss the corner waiting for you: open your neck high to be approached; by your lips slowly runs my shoulders, uncovered and now that I open my eyes, look at me and we talk
bare my eyelids and cheeks, with kisses the corner awaits you: ajar the neck i raise to be approached; through your lips slowly run over my bare shoulders and now that i open my eyes, look at me and we'll talk
I discover my paupières and my joues, aux baisers Le coin vous attend: entrouvert Le cou relevé pour être approché; à travers tes lèvres Slowly, it passes over my shoulders, découvert Et maintenant that I open my eyes, regarde-moi et nous parlerons
Open your lips like this, gently, until her mouth fits the exact opening of the candy you're holding in your hands.. Don't worry if your saliva comes into contact with the sweet you're enjoying now, after all it'll end up dissolving in your mouth sooner or later spilling all its contents down your throat. At this point it won't matter if your lipstick is still intact, if your makeup has run out or if your blouse ends up dirty with whipped cream, because the superficial is forgotten with a couple of teaspoons of sugar or a taste of honey, the kind you rub on your skin with when you see me, which can become water.
Open your lips like this, gently, until his mouth fits the exact opening of the candy you hold in your hands.. Don't worry if your saliva comes in contact with the candy you now enjoy, after all it will end up dissolving in your mouth sooner or later spilling all of its contents into your throat.. At this point it won't matter whether the lipstick is still intact or not, whether your makeup has smudged or whether your blouse ends up smeared with whipped cream, because the superficial is forgotten with a couple of spoonfuls of sugar or a taste of honey, that kind of thing.. The one you cover your skin when you see me, which can turn into water..
Open your lips thus, doucement, until his bouche corresponds exactly to l'ouverture du bonbon que vous tenez dans vos mains. Don't worry if your saliva comes into contact with the candy you like now, après tout, it will end sooner or later by dissolving in your mouth and spilling all its contents into your throat.. At this stage, it doesn't matter if the lipstick is still intact or not, if your makeup is stained or your chemisier ends up being coated in chantilly, because the surface is forgotten with a few teaspoons of sugar or a taste of honey.. , That kind of thing, the one with which you cover your skin when you see me, and which can turn into water..
This one who stands beside me, redeemed by lights, palpating thick walls of overwhelming silences; or he in whose eyelids the lead-lightning lingered, did not go to waste, did not run to mortal risk, nor to high mourning against the heavy level of betrayed water; did not lay down bruising behind the Little border of his bones to dress of marble and clouds the raging clay of his sweet fighting stature.
This one who is at my side, redeemed from lights, feeling thick walls of overwhelmed silences; or the one on whose eyelids the lead lightning lingered, they did not go to the havoc, they did not resort to the mortal risk, nor to the high duel against the heavy level of the betrayed water; They did not lie on their faces behind the small border of his bones to dress the noisy fighting clay of his sweet stature with marbles and clouds.
The one who is at my side, racketed by the lights, resentful of thick walls of overwhelming silences; or the one on whose paupières the thunder au plomb has been delayed, They did not take the risk of death, nor the great mourning against the high level of the water betrayed; they did not fall flat-belly behind the petite fille frontière of your bones dressed in marbles and clouds the clay of battle noisy of her sweet stature.
You close your eyes and you see him beside you; you open your eyes and you see him gone; and you decide to close them again, and leave yourself entirely in his care..
You close your eyes and see him beside you; you open your eyes and see him absent; and you decide to close them again, and abandon yourself entirely to her care.
You close your eyes and see him beside you; you open your eyes and see him absent; and you decide to close them, and you abandon yourself entirely to his care.
I will say to you: I am a woman cedar woman anguish woman as wheat as violet as watermelon and storm. I'm looking for an island to breed on, to invent my freedom and my body and all my movements.
I will tell you: I am a cedar woman, anguish woman, woman like wheat field, like violet, like watermelon and storm. I'm looking for an island to grow on, to invent my freedom and my body and all my movements.
Je te dirai: I am a woman of cedar, a woman of anguish, a woman like wheat, like violet, like the pastry and the storm. I seek an island to reproduce myself, to invent my freedom and my body and all my movements.
¡Kiss that bit my flesh and my mouth with its bite that even touches the soul! Kiss that slowly sucks my life away, like an incurable, burning wound!
kiss that has bitten my flesh and my mouth with its bite that even touches the soul kiss that slowly sucks my life, like an incurable and burning wound!
Kiss who bit my chair and my mouth with his bite that touches my soul! Kiss that slowly absorbs my life, like an incurable and burning wound!
Kiss me, give me the moisture of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mingle with mine creating the taste of temperament
Kiss me, give me the moisture of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mix with mine, creating the taste of temperament..
Kiss me, give me the moisture of your tongue, of your lips, make your saliva mingle with mine, creating the taste of your temperament..
Let every sentence be filled with dirty words and unruly sounds. They're the nicest thing to hear and see on paper, because the dirtiest ones are the most beautiful.
Let each sentence be filled with dirty words and shameless sounds. They are the nicest thing to hear and see on paper, because the dirtiest are the most beautiful..
Let every phrase be filled with gros mots et de sons éhontés. It's the most pleasant thing to understand and to see on paper, because the salts are the most beautiful..
Let me scatter apples on your sex mango nectars strawberry flesh; your body is all fruit. I embrace you and the tangerines run; I kiss you and all the grapes drop the hidden wine of their heart on my mouth. My tongue feels in your arms the sweet juice of oranges and in your legs the pomegranate hides its inciting seeds. Let me reap the water fruits that sweat in your pores: my man of lemons and peaches, give me to drink sources of peaches and bananas bunches of cherries. Your body is the lost paradise from which no god can ever drive me out..
let me spread apples in your sex, mango nectars, strawberry flesh; your body is all the fruts. I hug you and the tangerines run; I kiss you and all the grapes release the hidden wine of their heart onto my mouth. My tongue feels the sweet juice of oranges in your arms and in your legs the pomegranate hides its inciting seeds. Let me harvest the fruits of water that sweat in your pores: my man of lemons and peaches, give me fountains of peaches and bananas and bunches of cherries to drink.. Your body is the lost paradise from which no God will ever be able to expel me..
Leave me spread the apples in your sex mango nectars strawberry meat;. I'll hold you in my arms and the tangerines will run; I'll kiss you and all the raisins will fall, I'll hide you from my heart. Ma langue se sent dans tes bras le jus sucré des oranges et dans tes jambes the grenade is hidden by the incitative grains. Let me harvest the fruits of the water that transpires in your pores: my man with the lemons and the peaches, give me to drink the fountains of peaches and bananas, bouquets of cherries.. Your body is a paradise lost from which no God can ever expel me..
Sleeping waters beat day and night upon thy clay waist And on thy shores, immense as the sands of the moon, The wind blows through my mouth And its long whimper covers with its two grey wings The night of the bodies, like the shadow of the eagle The solitude of the moor.
Sleeping waters hit your clay waist day and night and on your shores, immense like the sandbanks of the moon, the wind blows through my mouth and its long moan covers the night of bodies with its two gray wings, like the shadow of the eagle. The loneliness of the wasteland.
The waters sleeping strike your clay-shaped body day and night and on your shores, as vast as the sandbanks of the moon, the wind blowing from my mouth and its long gémissement covering its two grey wings the night of the corps, like the shadow of the eagle, the solitude of the land..
I listen to your body with the watered-down and calm avidity of one who is impregnated (of those who emerge, of those who spread saturated, a path of sperm) in the humidity encoded (soft thick oracle; temple) in the silts, warm reservoirs, deltas, of their origin; I drink (your roots open and penetrable; on your lascivious shores - shining mire - moors) the mossy designs, your dense saps (saps of drunken vines) I smell on your deep, expectant edges, the embers, in your unctuous forests, the springs. I hear (your tactile semen) the veins, the larvae; (fertile apse) I touch in your living swamps, in your slabs: the traces in your enveloping forge; the signs (I open your anointed thighs, oozing; poured with light) I hear in your sour slimes, on your shore: the palps, the omens - immersed acronyms; Blasts-. En tus atrios: glass-foil, libations (fertile grapes), boilers and similar products.
I listen to your body with the watered-down and calm avidity of one who is impregnated (of those who emerge, of those who spread saturated, a path of sperm) in the humidity encoded (soft thick oracle; temple) in the silts, warm reservoirs, deltas, of their origin; I drink (your roots open and penetrable; on your lascivious shores - shining mire - moors) the mossy designs, your dense saps (saps of drunken vines) I smell on your deep, expectant edges, the embers, in your unctuous forests, the springs. I hear (your tactile semen) the veins, the larvae; (fertile apse) I touch in your living swamps, in your slabs: the traces in your enveloping forge; the signs (I open your anointed thighs, oozing; poured with light) I hear in your sour slimes, on your shore: the palps, the omens - immersed acronyms; Blasts-. En tus atrios: glass-foil, libations (fertile grapes), boilers and similar products.
I hear your body with a thirsty and calm impatience with which it is impregnated (from which it emerges, from which it spreads saturated, course of semen) in the dampness of the figure (soft and thick oracle; temple) in the silts, the hot reservoirs, the deltas, of its origin; I drink (your open and penetrable roots; on your lascivious shores -shining drool- heather) the mossy patterns, your dense saps (tufts of drunken vines) I feel in your deep and impatient edges, the embers, in your unctuous jungles, The slopes. I hear your tactile sperm, your veins, your larvae, I touch your living marshes, your lattes, your traces in your enveloping forge, your panneaux. I hear you in your sour limon, on your rivage:-. Dans vos tribunaux: The following are to be taken into account:.
I will say to you: I am a woman cedar woman anguish woman as wheat as violet as watermelon and storm. I'm looking for an island to breed on, to invent my freedom and my body and all my movements.
Je te dirai: I am a woman of cedar, a woman of anguish, a woman like wheat, like violet, like the pastry and the storm. I seek an island to reproduce myself, to invent my freedom and my body and all my movements.
I will tell you: I am a woman of cedar, a woman of anguish, a woman like wheat, like violet, like watermelon and like a storm. I am looking for an island to reproduce, to invent my freedom and my body and all my movements.
Look at me here, naked. It's not an Apollonian body, but it's mine.. The graceful forms of Praxiteles are fashioned to the gods of Olympus, and to heroes; and I, neither god nor athlete, what can I offer thee? Fly with me; you will discover whispers buried deep in my cries; serene intentions blazing in my eyes; swirls of longing under my skin; pilgrimage of trembling hands; blind knife wielding itself, tracing the ever-open, possessive wound. Naked to you, like waves, about to burst; like the hanging cluster of the vine, hoarding dense vital juice, so hot for your moist, flexible cups, toasting eruption, copulative. Complementary beings, interwoven neither unheard of nor exotic, standing on the steppe, without touching the clouds, simply alquerías, not castles. We are not runners, nor prodigies promising miracles. We are common lot, but unambiguous.. Give me your hand, your waist, your body, but also your soul; give me your pampering, your softness, your calmness, and your wild impulse at full rhythm. Look at me here, naked; and hug me for a moment. Then a century.
Look at me here, naked. It is not an Apollonian body, but it is mine.. The graceful forms of Praxiteles adapt to the gods of Olympus, and to the heroes; and I, neither god nor athlete, what can I offer you come with me; you will discover whispers buried at the bottom of my screams; serene intentions flickering in the eyes; swirls of craving under the skin; pilgrimage of Trembling hands; blind knife that he wields at himself, tracing the always open wound, possessive. naked to you, like the waves, ready to burst; like the cluster hanging from the vine, hoarding dense vital juice, so on fire for your moist, flexible cups, erupting, copulative toast. complementary beings, frameworks neither unprecedented nor exotic, standing above the steppe, without touching the clouds, simply farmhouses, not castles. passersby in placidity; we are not long-distance runners, nor prodigies promising miracles; we are a common lot, but unequivocal. Give me the hand, the waist, the body, but the soul too; give me the pampering, the softness, the calm, and the wild momentum at full speed. Look at me here, naked; and hug me for a moment. Then a century.
Look at me here, nude. It's not an Apollonian corps, but it's mine.. The gracious forms of Praxitèle they conform to the gods of Olympus, et aux héros; et moi, ni dieu ni athlète, what can I offer you? Come with me; you will discover murmurs buried deep in my cries; serene intentions flamboyant in the eyes; tourbillons of desires under the skin; pilgrimage of trembling hands; couteau blind that he manages, traquant la blessure toujours ouverte, possessive. You, like the waves, on the point of exploding; like the cluster hanging on the vine, thésaurisant jus vital dense, si allumé pour vos bonnets humides et souples, toast eruptif, copulatif. The other is complementary, the other is inouï, the other is exotic, the other is steppe, the third is cloudless, the fourth is farmland, the fourth is castle.. We are not runners of the back, nor prodiges of miracles prometteurs.. Donne-moi ma main, ma taille, mon corps, mais l'âme aussi; fais-moi chouchouter, the sweetness, the calm, et l'élan sauvage à toute vitesse. Donne-moi my hand, my waist, my body, but the soul also; fais-moi chouchouter, the sweetness, the calm, and they were savage at all speed.. Look at me here, naked, and kiss me for a moment. Then a century.
Have me, penéme. Let your blood be one with my blood. Your mouth between my mouth. Your heart enlarges mine until it bursts... Tear me apart. You fall whole into my bowels. Walk your hands in my hands. Your feet walk on my feet, your feet. Burn me, ardent me. Copy me your sweetness. Bathe your saliva on my palate. Be in me as is the wood on the stick.
Inhabit me, penetrate me. Let your blood be one with my blood. Your mouth between my mouth. Your heart enlarges mine until it bursts. Tear me apart. Whole fall in my gut. Let your hands walk in my hands. Your feet walk on my feet, your feet. Burn me, burn me. Fill me with your sweetness. Let your saliva bathe my palate. You are in me as the wood is in the stick.
Inhabit me, penetrate me. Let your blood be one with my blood. Your mouth between my mouth. Your heart enlarges mine to explode... Tear me apart. Whole fall into my belly. Let your hands walk in my hands. Your feet walk on my feet, your feet. Burn me, burn me. Fill me with your sweetness. Let your saliva bathe the roof of my mouth. You're in me like wood is in the stick.
When we parted in silence and tears, with hearts half broken to part for years, pale and cold your cheeks turned, and still colder your kiss; truly that hour foretold sorrow to this one. The morning dew sank cold on my forehead: I felt it as the warning of what I feel now.
When we separated with silence and tears, with a heart half broken to separate us for years, your cheeks became pale and cold, and your kiss even colder; truly that hour foretold affliction to this one. The morning dew sank cold on my forehead: I felt it as the warning of what I now feel.
When we part with silence and tears, with a heart half broken to part us for years, Your joys are pale and cold, and your kiss even colder; truly this hour he foretold affliction to this. The morning rose, the cold, struck me on the front: it was like a warning of what I now feel..
I dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gentleman whom she loved tenderly, and in whom everything was diligent and careless none had. But she was in pain. She kept herself in wait, saying, 'What will people say about me? , in fact fulfilled his accident, giving both auction to his porfia. The gallant kissed her and embraced her warmer than a burning wood; the sweetness to pour did not begin, when he awoke, and said to the dream: To last a little longer, what cost you, for for me it was no small pleasure?”
I dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gallant she loved tenderly, and that everything in him was diligent and none of him was careless.. She, though badly, finally resisted, saying: "What will people say about me?" In fact, she complied with her desire, both of them finishing off her stubbornness.. The gallant kissed her and hugged her with more warmth than a burning log; The sweetness to be poured out had not begun, when he woke up, and said to the dream: Last a little longer, what would it cost you, because for me it was no small pleasure?
I dreamed of a young girl who slept with a gentleman she loved tenderly, and that everything in him was diligent and that none of him was unconcerned.. Though badly, she finally resisted by saying, "What will the gens say of me?" In fact, she accomplished her accident, the two of them putting an end to their understanding.. Le galant l'embrasse et la serra dans ses bras avec plus de chaleur qu'une bûche brûlante; The sweetness to spread had not yet begun, when he awoke and said to the dream:
I greed your body, your soft skin slipping on mine. Your skin: map memorized in salt Greed that tongue palpit on my ledge pumping leg inside: ritual-awakening of our instincts, shared saliva, unison effluvia Greedy your simple nakedness, the decay of breaths, our lost looks that are sought, your neck open to me, the fragility of that momentary ascension that moves us to the body of the other where we die, Again, in life, where we live for a moment, in death
I covet your body, your soft skin sliding on mine. Your skin: a map memorized in salt Greed that tongue throb in my protrusion Pumping leg inside: ritual-awakener of our instincts, shared saliva, unison effluvia Greed your simple nakedness, the decadence of breaths, our lost glances that search for each other, your open neck to me, the fragility of that momentary ascension that transports us to the body of the other where we die, again, in life, where we live for an instant, in death
I covet your body, your skin sweetly glissant in mine. Ta peau: I'm in love with this language that pecks at my rebound. I covet thy simple nakedness, the decomposition of breaths, our lost looks that seek, thy cou s'ouvre à moi, the fragility of this momentanée ascension that brings us to the body of the other where we die, encore une fois, dans la vie, où nous vivons un instant, dans la mort
Tear my waist off on the back of your mount, stretch my back, clean kiss, hit me and never let go, so you muffle all my silences fill me with you, fill every pore with the insistence of your tongue
destroy my waist on the back of your mount break my back, with a clean kiss me and never let me go, so you gag all my silences fill me with you, fill every pore with the insistence of your tongue
Destroy my waist at the back of your mount rest my two, with a kiss net pe-moi et ne me laisse jamais partir, alors tu museles tous mes silences remplis-moi de toi, remplis chaque pore avec l'insistance de votre langue
Take off my eyelids and cheeks, kiss the corner waiting for you: open your neck high to be approached; by your lips slowly runs my shoulders, uncovered and now that I open my eyes, look at me and we talk
bare my eyelids and cheeks, with kisses the corner awaits you: ajar the neck i raise to be approached; through your lips slowly run over my bare shoulders and now that i open my eyes, look at me and we'll talk
I discover my paupières and my joues, aux baisers Le coin vous attend: entrouvert Le cou relevé pour être approché; à travers tes lèvres Slowly, it passes over my shoulders, découvert Et maintenant that I open my eyes, regarde-moi et nous parlerons
The beach is one of my favorite places, and well plus encore if je t'accompagne.
The beach is one of my favorite places, and even more so if I go with you.
The beach is one of my favorite places, and much more if I go with you.
I love playing with you in my bed
I love playing with you in bed.
I love to play with you in my li
my favorite color is black
My favorite color is black.
My favorite color is black
in my bed thinking about you
In my bed thinking about Tti
In my bed, I'm thinking of you
Can you lift my skirt and grab my hair?
You can lift my skirt and grab my hair.
Can you lift my skirt and catch my hair?
I can clean your house while you put your hands on my body slowly
I can clean your house while you slowly put your hands on my body
I can clean your house while you slowly place your hands on my body..
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