KenyaKarath

🤎🧡🤎 The Kenya🤎🧡🤎

When I see you pass by, oh my beloved indolent, to the sound of the instruments that are broken on the roof, suspending your harmonious and slow step, and removing the boredom of your deep gaze; When I contemplate, in the light of the gas that colours you, your pale forehead, adorned with a morbid charm, where the torches of the night light a dawn, and your attractive eyes like those of a portrait, I say to myself: how much! And strangely fresh!

The solid memory, the royal and heavy tower, the crown and her heart bruised like a peach, are ripe, like your body, for a wise love. Are you the fruit of autumn with sovereign flavors? Are you a funeral vase waiting for tears, a perfume that makes him dream of a distant oasis, a caressing pillow or a basket of flowers? I know there are eyes, the most melancholic, that do not hide precious secrets; Beautiful cases without jewels, medallions without relics, empty, deeper than you, oh heaven! But is it not enough that you have the appearance, to cheer up a heart that flees the truth? What does it matter if you are stupid or indifferent? Mask or decoration, hello! I love your beauty.

I like a man to admire me, to do something special for me, I like to take care of myself, I like a man to please me, I like to play with me in a very hot way, I like to feel that he loves me. Feel free to open your camera, excite me a lot. - Oh, my God!

When you cross my path, indifferent and serene, under the dim light that attracts your silhouette, your majestic walk, almost queen, awakens in my dreams that the soul holds. In the night glow that softens your complexion, your pale face, like carved marble, reflects a dark charm, without reverse, and your eyes, mirrors of a lost world

Je me demande: what the mysteries keep? What a beautiful puzzle in your haughty figure! Your gestures, soft as the wings of Alondra, may hide a sleeping soul. Are you the cold but charming winter flower? Or perhaps an empty treasure, without essence, that in its appearance it has found its backwardness, and in its beauty hides its absence?

There are looks that look like oceans, deep but without secrets to tell; precious jewels in vain cases, bottomless beauty, pure flash. But is not your ethereal form enough for a heart weary of truths? Your indifference, your aerial grace, are for me, oh muse, beautiful realities.

You are the reflection of a distant dream, a soft murmur in the wind, where light and shadow are intertwined, and serenity becomes torment. Your being, so distant and ephemeral, is the calm that makes my being move, an enigma that is never revealed, but that I never stop wanting to understand.

The echo of your steps, light and calm, resonates in the deepest corner of my being, and although my soul seeks answers, I always lose myself at dawn. You are the essence of an eternal mystery, the melody that I can't stop hearing, and although my words are empty, nothing can stop it from continuing here, admiring the beauty that I never asked for..