ChloeHayek

I'm not going to lie.

I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink on your thighs a souffle de vie et j'ai tout mouillé, et mouillez tout. You seduce me, you take me away in waste, in this demonstration of obscene miracles, in which I cloue my éclair comme un Zeus de la lascivité, comme un dieu sans visage, je cherche ta protection, kiss your lips et j'ai tout mouillé, et mouillez tout. Enjoy me, be my mark of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where is my fugitive magma it flows, it breaks and I germinate and I go out, I flood you and I fill you your garden, your labyrinth, where I get lost and hide to excite you and I have wet everything, and wet everything.

undress me, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink from your thighs a breath of life and wet everything, and get everything wet. you seduce me, you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a Zeus of lasciviousness, like a faceless god, looking for your protection, to kiss your lips and wet everything, and get everything wet. Enjoy me, be my brand of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma it flows, it breaks and I sprout and I go out and flood you and fill you your garden, your labyrinth, where I get lost and hide to turn you on and wet everything, and get everything wet.

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room .... Your sighs in my bed. Let me turn off these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain... eat from your table. I want my hands to cover every part of your skin, may my kisses and caresses fill you; I want to awaken the desire that resides in you.. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one who gives you pleasure, the one who makes you sigh .... The one who satisfies your womanly desires.

Come, I invite you to enter into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my chamber .... ♪ Your soupirs in my lit ♪. Let me quench these desires in your body, I want to be ecstatic before your nakedness; drink to your fountain... eat to your table. I want my hands to cover every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that resides in you.. Come, I invite you to enter into my life, I want to be the one who gives you pleasure, the one who makes you sigh .... He who satisfies your lust with women.

Vous: Des frissons; toi, grimpant sur mon dos avec tes doigts; toi, tu grimpes les pores de mon être... et ceux de ma peau aussi. You, you climb on my two with your fingers. You, you climb on the pores of my being... and those of my skin as well.. Vous: accident; tes mains touchent mes genoux; your lips, coming into collision with each of my courbes. Ta langue dans le noir en moi corps, sans crainte de tomber dans mon nombril, nor of losing myself at the bottom of my heart. Vous: I'm going to be a little bit more nervous.. ♪ Toi mon souffle embue every kilometer of my body ♪. You know the perfection of my shorts. .... But you always chose the longer, to make me wait, to convulse my body in the kiss of my legs.. Qu'il en soit: tes doigts en moi le vagin makes me think that I am responsible for the global warming. Vous: I never thought a feu sur ma peau would be so intense, I never thought I'd want to burn so much..

You: chills; you, climbing my back with your fingers; you, climbing the pores of my being...and those of my skin too. You: accident; your hands touching my knees; your lips, colliding with each of my curves. Your tongue in the dark in me body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the depths of my heart. You: thaw; your teeth on my neck biting me a kiss; you, making my breasts and my chest yours: shaking my breath. You breath fogging every mile of my body. You know the perfection of my shortcuts. - I'm not. - I'm not. but you have always chosen the most long; to make me wait, to convulse my body by kissing me from the end to the beginning of my legs. Anyway: Your fingers in my vagina making me think I'm responsible for the global warming. You: fire; I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet....

Tonight I left the window open so that my thoughts would fly, and I drew suns in the night sky so that they light your steps when you arrive. And I weaved tremors in your flowers and in your veins, I stripped you of times where you could break, I drank lightly the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I was captain. I murmured ardor and vigils, I was a sentinel, In the wounded hour my name was a talisman, poor prey of your hungry mouth, sincere sample of this dark guardian. I painted your lips with colors, your hives, your corners scented with white orange blossom, I built promises with storm splinters and by your body, like the wind, I let myself be carried away.

Tonight, I left the window open for my thoughts to wander, and I drew suns in the night sky to light your steps when you arrive. I've woven the trembling in your flowers and in your veins, I've stripped you of the moments when you could break, I've drunk the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I've been captain. I was a watchman, at the blessed hour, my name was a talisman, poor prey of your hungry mouth, sincere sample of this dark guard.. I painted your lips with colours, your hives, your perfumed coins with the white orange blossom, I built promises with the flashes of the storm and your body, like the wind, I let myself be carried away..

Even if you heard the threshold and the sand, you could not penetrate, you could not sail on a vast ship, for its volume was so great.. Ma prudence moquée et en contraste -liniments, pudeur ou soin- avec de petites annales oubliées Soudain et sans avertissement, vous êtes entré I was surprised to hear that you were not in the room.. Never more tolerance nor welcome you'll find in me if inert hidden that invites to pleasures opposites et dans les rigueurs symmetriques, il s'inverse: the death that makes part of life. The life that makes part of death.

Although you anointed the threshold and ensalivated could not penetrate, licked and soft, not even sail such a vast ship, for its volume as well as for its ballast. My caution mocked and in contrast -liniments, modesty or care- with tiny forgotten annals Suddenly and without warning you entered. Never more tolerance or welcome she will find in me so secretive inert that invites antipodean pleasures and in symmetric rigors it is reversed: death that is part of life. Life that is part of death.

It's a beautiful body that comes towards me. it stops. And he smiles at me. How beautiful is that red and wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand.. I look at her light eyes. I think, meanwhile, that her wonderful body beats next to me. Her breasts are very close to my chest and the hair on his crotch.. He will squeeze, oppressed by panties, I guess adorable and tiny letters. And like a nightingale sweet sounds his throat chirps into my ears. That incredible body talks to me. I answer: "I don't know". The body moves away and I see the hips moving away. Most perfect in the entire universe. I have learn English. right now.

It's a beau corps that comes to me. It stops.. And he smiles at me. How is this smile? Qui s'ouvre, comme un sexe qui m'est offert, to ask something that I do not understand. I look at your eyes.. I thought, meanwhile, that your marvellous body beat beside me. Ses seins sont très serrés sur ma poitrine et les poils de son entrejambe His breasts are very tight on my chest and his hair is very tight on my chest. He's going to be tight, oppressed by his culotte, I suppose des lettres adorables et minuscules. And like a nightingale, the sweet sounds of his throat gazouille in my ears. This incredible corps speaks to me. I answered, "I don't know". Le corps s'éloigne et je vois les hanches s'éloigner The corps is moving away and I see the hips moving away. The most perfect of all the universe. I learned English.. Right now.

I can't make you silence the voice of this bird of fire instantly who appears in the dark crystal if you're so seductive murmuring 100 fires with my fingers, come. Oui dans le miroir bleu assoiffé ma peau d'agneau maladroite becomes a lion, griff cruelle qui inonde le trou étranger chaud will rip off a syllable from your heart, come. Let me sink on your balcony, I can exile myself daily among your kisses that break my stars into pieces of sunshine Let it be the colour of your blood and your dreams, come come. Your veillée will be my burning cage your ears gemoent that fall with my sickle when it breaks into your interior with violence I will be orphan, I will be father, I will be God, come come. Des nœuds dénoués dans le silence, des mourants délivrés sans souffle et sans raison, eau rassasiée de tout le temps blessée, draining, that he may rest at last in a sleep that restores, come come. Let me sleep on your breast, let my ashes be an exception, let my murmurs be only a nocturnal gesture of wind, containing a single word of love, come..

I can't silence the voice of this instant firebird that appears in the dark crystal so seductive whispering a hundred fires with my fingers, come. Yes in the thirsty blue mirror my clumsy lamb skin becomes a lion, cruel claw that floods the warm foreign hole will tear a syllable out of your heart, come. Let me sink into your balcony, May I exile myself daily between your kisses that breaks my stars into pieces of sun May it be the color of your blood and your dreams, come come. Your vigil will be my burning cage your groans ears that fall with my sickle when it breaks into your interior with violence I will be an orphan, I will be a father, I will be God, come come. Knots untied in the silence, dying people delivered without breath and without reason, water satiated from all the time wounded, draining, may he finally rest in a restful sleep, come come. Let me sleep on your chest, May my ashes at this moment be an exception, May my murmurs be just a nocturnal gesture of the wind that contain a single word of love, come.

I'm not going to lie.