GiselleBaker

Hey, you. I love you being with me. You can't imagine how much perversity we're gonna live through together. You'll realize you liked it..

Hey, you. I love that you are with me, you can't imagine the amount of perversity we're going to experience together, you'll realize that you will like it.

Hey, you. I love that you're with me, you can't imagine the amount of perversity we're gonna live together, you'll realize you like it..

Woman, I would have been your son, for drinking the milk of your breasts like a spring, for looking at you and feeling you by my side and having you in the golden laughter and crystal voice. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and to worship you in the sad bones of dust and lime, so that your being would pass without pain by my side and come out in verse - clean of all evil. How I would know to love you, woman, how I would know to love you, to love you as no one ever knew! To die and still love you more. And still love you more and more.

Femme, j'aurais été ton fils, pour t'avoir bu le lait des seins comme d'une source, to look at you and feel you at my side and to have you dans le rire doré et la voix de cristal. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and I love you in the sad bones of the dust and the chaux, because your being passes without pain beside me and this is ressorti in the verse purified of all evil –. How will you know how I love you, femme, how will you know I love you, I love you like no one ever has! I love you more. And again I love you more and more.

Woman, I would have been your son, for drinking you the milk of the breasts as from a spring, for looking at you and feeling you by my side and having you in the golden laugh and the crystal voice. For feeling you in my veins like God in the rivers and worshipping you in the sad bones of dust and lime, because your being will pass without pain next to me and it came out in the verse - cleansed of all evil -. How would I know how to love you, woman, how would I know love you, love you like no one ever knew! Die and still love you more. And yet love you more and more.

My heart was stolen, and Amor, seeing my anger, said to me: "You were taken away by the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen". Thank God they got you in prison. And if Love is right, Lady, by the signs, you have my heart.

My heart was stolen; and love, seeing my anger, said to me, Thou hast been taken through the most beautiful eyes that I have seen since I was alive. Thank you, they're in prison. And if love is a reason, Madame, by the signs, my heart belongs to you..

My heart has been stolen; and Love, seeing my anger, He told me: You were taken away through the most beautiful eyes that since I have been alive I have looked. They have you in prison. And if Love is right, Lady, by the signs, you have my heart.

Withered already the youthful flowers, clouded the sun of my hope, hour after hour I tell and my agony grow and my anxiety and my pains. Over the rich crystal tarnishes cheerful colors perhaps my fantasy, when the gloomy gloomy reality stains the glass and tarnishes its sparkles. The eyes turn in their ceaseless longing, and turn round indifferent the world, and round turn indifferent the sky.

Withered the youthful flowers, cloudy the sun of my hope, hour after hour I count and my agony They grow and my anxiety and my pain. On smooth glass rich colors maybe my fantasy looks happy, when the sad grim reality It stains the glass and clouds its brilliance. I turn my eyes in their incessant longing, and the world spins around indifferently, and the sky turns indifferently around.

Fleet the young flowers, trouble the sun of my hope, hour after hour I count and my agony They grow as well as my anxiety and my pain. Sur des couleurs rich en verre lisse peut-être que mon fantôme à l'air heureux, when the sad reality Il tache le verre et obscurcit are éclat. I'm not sure what you mean by that. Je tourne les yeux dans leur désir incessant, and the world turns indifferently, and the sky turns indifferently.

There are eyes that look, -there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, -there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh -pleasant laughter, there are eyes that cry -with tears of sorrow, some inward - others outward. They're like flowers - the earth nurtures them. But your green eyes, my eternal Teresa, those that are making your hand of grass, look at me, dream of me, call me, wait for me, laugh at me laughing pleasantly, cry me weeping with tears of sorrow, from the earth within, from the earth outside.

There are eyes that look, there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh - a pleasant laugh, there are eyes that cry - with tears of chagrin, some towards the inside, others towards the outside.. They are like the flowers that grow on the earth. But your green eyes, my eternal Teresa, those who make your hand of grass, They look at me, they dream of me, they call me, they attend to me, they mock me - a pleasant laugh, They weep me in tears - with tears of chagrin, from the inside, - from the outside.

There are eyes that look, -there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, -there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh -pleasant laughter, There are eyes that cry -with tears of sorrow, some inwards - others outwards. They are like the flowers that the earth grows. But your green eyes, - my eternal Teresa, those who are making - your hand of grass, They look at me, they dream of me, they call me, they wait for me, they laugh at me - pleasant laughter, They cry to me tearfully - with tears of sorrow, from the inside, - from the outside.

You don't know how much I need your voice; I need your eyes those words that always filled me, I need your inner peace; I need the light of your lips! I'm not! I can't do this anymore. Keep it up! - What? I got it. I can't. My mind won't think. It can't think of anything but you. I need the flower of your hands that patience of all your acts with that justice that you inspire me for what was always my backbone

The woman who has beautiful feet she can never be ugly meek usually enhances her beauty for little calves and thighs linger in the pubis that she has always been beyond all canon surround the navel like one of those bells that if they are pressured they play for elisa claim the lubricious waiting nipples Part your lips without uttering saliva and let yourself be loved by the mirror eyes the woman who has beautiful feet She knows how to wander through sadness.

The femme qui a de beaux pieds ne peut jamais être laid the douceur rehausse généralement sa beauté pour les petits mollets et cuisses s'attarder dans le pubis cela a toujours été au-delà de tout canon entoure le nom comme une de ces cloches qui s'ils subissent des pressions, ils jouent pour Elisa, you're asking for a good-looking nipple. Spread your lips without speaking saliva..

A woman with beautiful feet can never be ugly. Gentle. She usually climbs her beauty by her heels, calves and thighs. To wait, to open your lips without uttering saliva and to let yourself be loved by the eyes mirror the woman who has beautiful feet knows how to wander in sadness.

The femme qui a de beaux pieds ne peut jamais être laid the douceur rehausse généralement sa beauté pour les petits mollets et cuisses s'attarder dans le pubis cela a toujours été au-delà de tout canon entoure le nom comme une de ces cloches qui s'ils subissent des pressions, ils jouent pour Elisa, you're asking for a good-looking nipple. Spread your lips without speaking saliva..

The woman who has beautiful feet she can never be ugly meek usually enhances her beauty for little calves and thighs linger in the pubis that she has always been beyond all canon surround the navel like one of those bells that if they are pressured they play for elisa claim the lubricious waiting nipples Part your lips without uttering saliva and let yourself be loved by the mirror eyes the woman who has beautiful feet She knows how to wander through sadness.

¡What a smiling touch of your eyes, light as frightened pigeons at the water's edge! What a quick contact of your eyes with my gaze! Who are you? Who cares! In spite of yourself, there is a brief enigmatic word in your eyes. I don't want to know. I like you looking sideways, hidden, scared. So I can think that you are running away from something, from me or from you, from nothing, from those temptations that they say haunt the married woman.

What a smiling contact of your eyes, light as frightened doves on the shore of the water! How quick the contact of your eyes with my look! Who are you? Does it matter! Despite yourself, there is a short word in your eyes enigmatic I don't want to know it. I like you looking at me from the side, hidden, scared. So I can think that you're running away from something, from me or from you, you're welcome, of those temptations that they say they pursue to the married woman..

Quel contact souriant de tes yeux, léger comme des colombes effrayées sur le rivage de l'eau! À quelle vitesse le contact de tes yeux avec mon regard! Who is it? Est-ce important! Malgré toi, il y a un petit mot dans tes yeux énigmatique Je ne veux pas le savoir. Tu me plais me regardant de côté, caché, effrayé. Donc je peux penser que tu fuis quelque chose, de ma part ou de toi, de rien, de ces tentations qu'ils disent poursuivre à la femme mariée.

You strip like you're alone and suddenly you're with me. How I love you then, in the cold and the sheets! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make your courtship ceremonious and lukewarm. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And how we love each other then in the laughter of being alone in forbidden love! (Then, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and feel a chill.)

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like a stranger and I make you a cour ceremonieuse et chaleureuse. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And as we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I feel a frisson.)

You undress just as if you were alone and suddenly you discover that you are with me. How I love you then between the sheets and the cold! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make you court ceremonious and warm. I think I'm your husband and that you cheat on me. And how we love each other then in laughter of finding ourselves alone in forbidden love! (Later, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and I feel a chill.

Two bodies face to face are sometimes two waves and night is ocean. Two bodies face to face are sometimes two stones and a desert night. Two bodies face to face are sometimes roots in the night linked. Two bodies face to face are sometimes knives and night lightning. Two bodies face to face are two stars falling into an empty sky.

Two bodies facing each other, sometimes there are two waves and the night is ocean. Two bodies facing each other sometimes they are two stones and the desert night. Two bodies facing each other sometimes they are roots in the night linked. Two bodies facing each other sometimes they are knives and the lightning night. Two bodies facing each other they are two stars that fall in an empty sky.

Two bodies face to face, sometimes there and two waves and the night is ocean. Two bodies face to face sometimes, two stones and the night of the desert. Two bodies face to face sometimes are roots in the night. Two bodies face to face sometimes, they are knives and the night is light. Two bodies face to face are two stars that fall in a blank sky.

Shall my eyes close the last shadow that will carry me to the white day, And may unleash this hour of my soul, To its flattering eager eagerness; But nowhere on the bank Will it leave memory, Where it burned: Swim knows my flame the cold water, And lose respect for stern law. Soul, to whom all a godly prison has been, Veins, which mood to so much fire have given, Medules, which have gloriously burned, His body will leave, not his care; They will be ashes, but will have meaning; Dust they will be, but dust in love.

The last can close my eyes Shadow that will carry me the day white, And I can free my soul Hora, à son empressement anxieux flatteur; Mais pas de cette autre partie du rivage Laissera le souvenir là où il a brûlé: "Here is the memory of the day when the river was burned". Swimming knows my flame, l'eau froide, Et lose respect for the severe laws. Soul, for whom a Dieu a été une prison, Veines, what humour ont-elles donné à tant de feu, Des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, Their body will part, pas ses soins; They will be ashes, mais cela aura du sens; They will be poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

The last one can close my eyes Shadow that will take me away on the white day, and will be able to unleash this soul of mine Hour, to his anxious eagerness flattery; But not from that other part on the shore She will leave the memory, where she burned: Swimming knows my flame the cold water, and lose respect for severe law.. Soul, to whom a God has been a prison, Veins, what humor they have given to so much fire, Marrows, which have gloriously burned, He will leave her body, not take care of her; They will be ashes, but it will make sense; Dust they will be, more dust in love.

We got so naked we lost sex under the bed, we got so naked the flies swore we were dead. I stripped you inside out, I dislocated you so deeply, I missed my orgasm. We stripped so much that we smelled burnt, that a hundred times the lava came back to hide us.

We get naked so much until you lose sex under the bed, we get naked so much that the flies swore that we had died. I stripped you inside, I unhinged you so deeply that my orgasm was lost. We get naked so much that we smelled burnt, that washes it a hundred times She came back to hide us.

We get so naked until you lose the sex sous le lit, we get so naked that the flies swear we were dead. I've undressed you inside, I've disturbed you so deeply that my orgasm was lost. We get so naked that we feel burned, that washes him a hundred times..

Cover me, love, the sky of the mouth with that extreme, ripped-out foam, which is the jasmine of the tasting and the burning, sprouted on the coral tip of the rock. Burn it, love, its salt, burn your thundering sharp flower supreme, bending its fury into the diadem of the biting carnation that spouts it. O tight flow, love, oh beautiful tempered bubble of snow through so narrow a cave in living flesh, to watch how your fine neck slips you, love, and rains you jasmine and stars of saliva!

Couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux (I'm covered with my mouth with this extreme mousse, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn). Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight flow, love, oh gorgeous warm snow bubbling through such a narrow and raw cave, to watch how your beautiful neck you glide, my love, and it rains jasmines and stars of saliva!

Cover me, love, the roof of my mouth with that extreme extreme foam, which is jasmine of those who know and those who burn, sprouted on rock coral tip. Make me crazy, love, your salt, crazy Your sharp lancinating supreme flower, Bending her fury in the diadem of the mordant carnation that runs wild. Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful warm snow bubbling through such a narrow grotto raw, to look at how your fine neck you slip, love, and it rains of jasmines and saliva stars!

I have searched for you day and night without finding the place where you sing I have searched for you through time up and down the river You've been lost in tears night and night I've searched for you without finding the place where you cry 'Cause I know you're crying I just need to look in the mirror to know you're crying and you've made me cry Only you save the crying And from the dark beggar you make him king crowned by your hand.

Days and nights I have searched for you without finding the place where you sing I have searched for you through time above and through the river below You have lost yourself in tears Nights and nights I have searched for you Without finding the place where you cry Because I know you're crying It's enough for me to look at myself in the mirror To know that you're crying and you've cried for me Only you save the crying And of a dark beggar You make him king crowned by your hand.

Days and nights I've been looking for you without finding the place where you sing I've been looking for you through the high and the low You've lost yourself in tears nights and nights I've searched for you without finding the place where you cry I'm tired of looking at myself in the mirror knowing that you're crying and that you've been crying for me And of a beggar noir You make him crowned king of your hand.

I thought of you, of your hair that the shadow world would envy, and I put a point of my life on them and I wanted to dream that you were mine. I walk the earth with my eyes lifted up - oh, my eagerness! - so high that in rage he rouses or miserable redheads set fire to the human creature. To live: -to know how to die; thus this evil seeking, this fierce good, torments me, and the whole Being in my soul is reflected, and seeking without faith, of faith I die.

I thought of you, of your hair that the world of shadows would send, and I had a point in my life and I wanted to dream that you were to me. I'm going to the ground with my eyes high. - to such a height that in a rage of rage or in miserable redness the human creature lights them up. Vivre: -To know how to die; c'est comme ça that ça m'afflige cette malheureuse recherche, ce bien féroce, et tout l'Être dans mon âme se reflète, et en cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi. I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm not afraid of dying..

I thought of you, of your hair that the shadow world would envy, and I put a point of my life into them and I wanted to dream that you were mine. I walk the earth with my eyes raised - oh, my eagerness! - to such a height that in haughty anger or miserable blushes The human creature lit them. Live: -Know how to die; that's how it afflicts me this unfortunate search, this fierce good, and all the Being in my soul is reflected, and searching without faith, I die of faith.

My slave, fear me. Love me, you. My slave! I am with you the vastest sunset of my sky, and in it my soul rises like a cold star. When they're far from you, my steps come back to me.. My own whip falls on my life. You're what's inside me and it's far away. Running like a chorus of chased mist. Next to me, but where? Far, what is far. And what is far beneath my feet walks. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in the ruins.

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.

My slave, crains-moi. I love you.. My slave! I am with thee the most vast coucher of sunshine in my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star.. When they're away from you, my pas come back to me. My own fouet tombs on my life. You are what is in me and who is far. Fuyant comme a chœur de brumes chassées is a French musical.. Next to me, but where? Far, what is far. And what, being far under my feet, march. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what grows in my soul like mousse in ruins.

I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you're different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die in this grief for the infinite arch of that sad dome where your dreams dwell in the midday sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me.

I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you are different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die with this sadness through the infinite arch of that sad dome where your dreams live in the midday sun. I don't want to die without having given you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the tremor that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me.

I don't want to die without understanding what you're saying. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul, knowing differently, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die with this sadness through the infinite arch of this sad dome where your dreams live under the midday sun. I don't want to die without having given you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without your love..

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces in the night of the soul an dawn, and these pages are of that hymn cadenzas that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, of the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at once sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But in vain is it to fight, for no figure can shut him up; and hardly, oh, beautiful! If, holding your hand, I could sing it to you in my ear alone.

I know a hymn giant and strange that announces an dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are of this hymn. I would like to write to you about the man who used a rebellious and mean language, with words that were in the same time, with sights and laughter, colours and notes.. But it is in vain to fight, there is no chiffre capable of nursing him; et juste, oh, magnifique! Yes, I've got you in my hands, I could, à ton oreille, sing you alone.

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces a dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are from that hymn cadences that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, about the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at the same time sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But it is in vain to fight, there is no figure capable of locking him up; and just, oh, beautiful! Yes, having yours in my hands, I could, in your ear, sing it to you alone.

Love of my womb, living death, in vain do I wait for your written word and think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. The inert stone neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart doesn't need the icy honey that the moon pours out. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, over your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. Fill my madness with words, or let me live in my serene night of the forever dark soul.

Love of my loins, living death, I wait in vain for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. He neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart doesn't need the frozen honey that the moon pours. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. So fill my madness with words or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark.

Love of my reins, dead alive, I wait in vain your word écrit et je pense, avec la fleur qui se fane, that if je vis sans moi, je veux te perdre.. The air is immortal. The stone is inert He doesn't know man and he doesn't avoid him. The heart inside doesn't need the honey I've seen in the moon. But I suffered. I've torn my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. Then fill me with the words of madness or let me live in the serenity of the dark night..

In the heart of the most secret mine, in the innermost fruit, in the vibration of the most discreet note, In the spiral and resonant snail, in the densest layer of paint, in the vein that in the body most probes us, In the word that speaks softest, in the root that lowest, the most hidden, in the deepest silence of this pause, Where life became eternity, I seek your hand and decipher the cause of wanting and not believing, end, intimacy..

Au coeur de la mine la plus secrète, A l'intérieur du fruit le plus lointain, Dans la vibration de la note la plus discrète, Dans la conque spirale et résonante, Dans la couche de peinture la plus dense, Dans la veine qui nous sonde le plus dans le corps, Dans le mot qui dit plus doux, Dans la racine qui descend plus bas, plus elle se cache, Dans le silence le plus profond de cette pause, Où la vie est devenue éternité, Je cherche ta main et déchiffre la cause De vouloir et de ne pas croire, définitive, l'intimité.

In the heart of the most secret mine, Inside the most distant fruit, In the vibration of the most discreet note, In the spiral and resonant conch, in the densest layer of paint, in the vein that probes us the most in the body, In the word that says softer, In the root that goes lower, the more it hides, In the deepest silence of this pause, Where life became eternity, I look for your hand and decipher the cause Of wanting and not believing, final, intimacy.