SallyCox

❤️Bonjour chérie, I hope you are very well today. My name is Sally Cox and I'm 31 years old. I like sport, although my favorite is football, I'm a very calm girl who likes to spend time reading, I usually read science fiction, horror or fantasy. I'd like you to accompany me in this great adventure and that we can learn to know each other much more. ❤️

In which we make her scream again With the tears of light, the groans of light and desire❤️

❤️ It's not your sex that I'm looking for in your sex but your soul to flower with all the boue of life that has not yet lived. ❤️

I want things, like a great wave of tenderness making me make a noise of snails, a fish bank in my mouth, something fragile and naked, like a flower that is ready to give itself to the first morning light, or simply a grain, a tree, of grass. ❤️

❤️ Only the nakedness of your body, and with a hint of smile, you make me caress your beau visage to say in silence that je t'aime toujours ❤️

❤️ How not to be to you, even if I touch you, I cry in silence that you are the most fragile thing I've ever heard, how not to give myself to you if my lips tell me, that your breasts fall in love with their magic. ❤️

❤️ If I don't feel your kisses, your caresses, and I don't smell you. I feel not full, I feel seen Like a vagabond wandering without a way ❤️

But falling in love was no use, d'ailleurs, she didn't want to divorce. ❤️

❤️ It happens sometimes, that one falls in love with trees because of the shade they cast the strength of their branches or the sweetness of their fruits. It happens also sometimes that the tree that one loves becomes a man and one loves his ideas his lips your heart your arms or sex ❤️

I'm not with you I'm not in touch with you I'm not in touch with you And I take your hand ❤️

❤️ And it happens after, sometimes, that the tree that we love is so close that it's startlingly frightening. Stop being a tree and it resembles a sun that dazzles the eyes of lovers. ça arrive alors, parfois, qu'on ne sait pas je ferme les yeux et je me cache or contemplate l'arbre-homme-soleil until you become blind ❤️

❤️ The insurmountable flight of my being, when you combine with my body, the glory of a perpetual ecstasy in the perfection of a souffle. Merveille et prodige absolus, which transforms my being and my naked skin, In the contortion of your Asidas hips, à l'ouverture de mon bassin ❤️

And blessed are my vers et mon art parce qu'ils la louent, et, enfin, ma pensée, puisqu'elle ne fait que la partager. And blessed are my vers and my art because they praise her, and, finally, my thought, because she makes me share her. ❤️

❤️ I would not desire you and not love you, but if I turn away from you, I regret leaving you so much that I forget to forget you. If I demand a reward in payment for my services, give me for the services of pain, pain and passion, plus chagrin. And I can't dislike you even if I turn away from seeing you, because if I think I love you as much as I'm sorry to leave you I forget to forget you ❤️

The wounds that were inflicted on him never heal, even if the look that caused them ceases, if they remain confirmed dans l'âme, that if one is with many coups de couteau, parce que c'est celui qui l'a poignardé, ils ne iront pas mieux guéri pour ça. ❤️

❤️ The curve of the chest and the pearls of the beads of my bras till the sun. Oh, sister, bless me before I sleep. The wild air spreads and I'm at my challenge beyond strength or endurance on the water. ❤️

❤️ Sweet frenzy of my soupir, delicate desire of my body, when my pores explode between your hands, when my pubis trembles in your kiss ❤️

❤️ Treasure divine in my hands, the grandeur of the sky attached to your sex, Envoûtement d'un érotisme, Sortilège de séduction. If this orgasm is my triumph, what is my desire alienating, what is the honey of my body, what is the rain of my fond that comes to me? ❤️

❤️ Comme j'aimerais que le moment vienne de t'avoir entre mes draps nus, et caresser ton corps, fill you with kisses, faites trembler tout votre corps I wish that the moment comes from having you between my naked draps, and caressing your body, filling you with kisses, making your body tremble ❤️

❤️ How to make my hands fill with you, and feel the warmth of your love in my veins, you'll feel my heart beat, my breathing voice, and you'll beckon in my ear, my excited voice ❤️

❤️ When comes the day when you abandon yourself, with your body svelte you will feel my passion, I will caress your breasts de ma bouche ouverte, and when you touch your buttocks, you will feel the excitement ❤️

❤️ It's love. I'll have to hide or flee. The walls of his prison grow, as if in an atrocious dream. The beautiful mask has changed, but as always it is the only one. What will my talismans do to me: the exercise of letters, the vague erudition, the learning of the words that the rough North used to sing its seas and its swords, the serene friendship, the galleries of the library, the common things ❤️

C'est l'amour avec ses mythologies, with his useless little magic ❤️

❤️There's a coin I dare not cross. Maintenant the armies are closing in, the hordes. (This piece is unreal; she has not seen it.) The name of a woman betrays me. Une femme me fait mal sur tout le corps is a woman who makes me sick. ❤️

❤️Someday I'll write a poem that speaks neither of the air nor of the night; a poem that omits the names of flowers, that has neither jasmine nor magnolias ❤️

❤️One day I'll write you a poem without birds or sources, a poem that escapes the sea and doesn't look at the stars. Someday, I'll write you a poem that arrives just fingers through your skin and transform your look into mots. ❤️

❤️Sans comparisons, sans métaphores, one day I'll write a poem that resembles you a poem to the beat of your heart, with the intensity crushed by your heart ❤️

❤️The curve of the chest and the pearls of the beads of my bras till the sun. Oh, sister, bless me before I sleep. The wild air spreads and I'm at my challenge beyond strength or endurance on the water. ❤️

❤️ Love, we are the two banks on the left a country where time is enough and on the right the earth where pearls sink into the ground and germinate during the day. United our bodies have become one without merging and this thin necklace is anchored in the night. And while he conspires to make secrets his two eyes we comb the other side in search of a step back ❤️

All the world is waiting for the light the fear is not afraid the sun is out of my sight she will not descend tonight and the world counts strongly until ten