PrettyChocolate

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! 

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

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! 

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.

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?