SamanthaHarper

Hi, my name is Samantha and I am everything you could wish for.

Tu es belle: and they love you. You're young: we're smiling at you. If a love could open in this heart where nothing shines. This smile of my sadness would turn, distant reflection, to the ashy gold of your braid, to the pale mast of your hand. But I only smile that sleeps in the depths of my eyes — cold lake that, when I see you laugh, forgets in a joyful flash. II I had a dream. Dawn I could not raise from her fresh dress my light sleep. All the shadows in vain He threw his darkness. My heart is darker. It was happening in my heart. He died. I exist for what happened to me. What's the matter?.. Ah, a rêve ennuyeux the time was short and my heart less tired.. What dream was it?.

II I have a dream. Dawn could not lift From the cool of her dress My light sleep. In vain all the shadow It was black. My heart is darker. It was in my heart. He's dead.. I exist by what came to me. What? I'm sad.. Ah, this dream extinguished Made the hour short And my heart less tired. What is happening? I don't know. III If you love me a little? By dream, not by love. A nothing. The love that we finish It's heavy. Make me one who loves you, not who I am. When the dream is beautiful, the same day Smile. Whether I am sad or ugly — it is the shadow. So that the day You be fresh, I make you this dark Stay

Smile for your bare feet for a clear time on the rocks of the pier. It will be the epithet that God will have found for your acidic body in the palace of our hour in love with failure. I remember. He went to the shore of the black river. The swans had run away in the eyes of others. It was our attitude of apostle, sad, who lost faith in the afternoon dreams. You were all in the shadows. A tired organ I cried behind this broken landscape. We looked at each other in the shadow where God was silent. And from the noise there were only a few steps left that escaped. Toward death, and in the shadows, sounding ever lower

Put your hands on my weary heart. It beats and the art of complaining weakens to my brief wait. Smile with your bare feet lying a moment lucid On the stones of the quay. It will be the epithet That God will have found for your acidic body In the palace of our hour enamoured of defeat. I remember. It was on the edge of the black river. The swans had fled to the gaze of others. Our attitude was that of sad apostles Who lost their faith in night dreams. You were all put in the shadow. A lazy organ Wept behind the interrupted landscape. We looked at each other in the shadow where God was silent. And there was no sound but a flight of steps Toward death, and in the shadow sounding lower and lower

I want to be in your life More than a moment, Something more than a shadow And something more than a desire. I want to be, in you, an indelible mark a constant souvenir and a single truth. Palpitez dans vos prières With fear of being abandoned. Be, in all and for all, Complement of yourself. An endless thirst for caresses and kisses, but it's not a custom to be near me.. I want to be in your life a penalty of absence a pain far away and an eternal anxiety. More than a simple image, and something more than a dream that conquers routes, ça vient, ça passe et ça repart. I cry in your eyes, and you are the laugh on your lips. Be the end and the beginning, the darkness and the light, And on earth and in heaven; And in life and death. Be, as in my life, You became yourself

Oh, how I love you! With the light of day I call upon thy name with passion and sorrow, and when the sky is covered with shadows my soul calls thee ever exalted.. You are the time that guides my hours, you are the idea that comes to my mind, because everything that exists is concentrated in you, my passion, my hope, my poetry.. There is no song that can match your accent or when you tell me your love and your delirium revealing the faith of your contentment; I tremble à ta voix et je tremble si tu me regardes, et j'aimerais rendre mon dernier souffle brûlé dans l'air que vous respirez

I love you gently, among the shadows of false illusions. I love you enough to read you every night, like my favorite book, I want to read you, line by line, letter by letter, space by space. I love you so I can hold your hand under the sky and show you how much I love you hidden among the stars. I love you on the autumn leaves, talkingof nothing but at the same time of everything and, in aOutbursts of madness, drinking your tears as I faint on your lips. I want you to search among the phrases you don't say, among the thoughts you hide, among the complicated paths.. I want to find you and never leave you again. Je t'aime assez pour t'emmener dans mes endroits préférés et te dire que c'est là que je me sens Je te cherche dans le brouillard des regards qui ne sont pas les tiens, mais je te cherche quand même Je t'aime assez pour t'emmener dans mes endroits préférés and tell you that that's where I feel Je te cherche dans le brouillard des regards qui ne sont pas les tiens, but I seek you when même. I love you so that we can become mad with laughter, we can get drunk with nothing and we can walk quietly in the streets, oui, en nous tenant la main, or plutôt en nous tenant la main. Je t'aime assez pour te guérir, et guérir moi, et guérissons ensemble, pour remplacer les blessures par des sourires et des larmes pour les regards, où l'on peut dire plus qu'avec des mots. I love you enough to heal you, and heal me, and heal you together, to replace the wounds with smiles and tears for the eyes, where one can say more than with words.. I love you for the nights where you're missing, I love you enough to listen to your laughter all night and sleep on your chest, sans shadows or ghosts, I love you enough to never let go.. I love you as you love certain amours, à l'ancienne, with my soul and without looking back.

We didn't meet, we didn't look for each other in the orchards with an apple among the silk murmurs in the church aisles We were always in each other in the divine body with two faces in the paintingsof the sub-floors of themuseums and on the photos of our parents innocent as paper We -masters of the crossing- we stood just opposite each other and in the mirrors of the skin we reflect whole The world has gone away in silence and the finger on the lips the forests have taken root in the ground cities guided by smell places found where men have built them infinitely Rivers entered the seas like trains into stations elusive mountains frozen in caves If I'm a mountain you're a cave in me place in the mountains where there's no mountain place in me where I'm not

Didn't he float a sheet from one shoulder to the other three years ago or even last Tuesday? There was something lost and found. Who knows if a bullet in the bushes of childhood. There were door handles and doorbells in which one touch it overcame another touch. Suitcases side by side, in a slogan. Maybe one certain night, the same dream disappeared immediately after waking up. any principle It's nothing but a continuation, and the book of events It's always open halfway

It was a lightning strike.. They are both convinced that a sudden feeling has brought them closer. This security is beautiful, but insecurity is more beautiful. They imagine that since they didn't know each other before nothing had happened between them. But what about the streets, the stairs, the corridors where they might have crossed a long time ago? I would like to ask you if you don't remember -maybe a face-to-face meeting always in a revolving door, or a "I'm sorry" or the sound of "you made a mistake" on the phone-, but I know your answer. They don't remember. They would be surprised to know that it's been a long time since chance plays with them, a coincidence not quite prepared to become your destiny, which brought them closer and further apart, which made you an obstacle and a challenge, and that you haven't been able to stop laughing.. There were signs, signals, but what if they were not understandable.

only when you love me I drop this polished mask and my smile is mine and the moon the moon and these same trees of now this sky this light of presences that open up to dizziness and they've just been born and they're eternal and your eyes too are born with them your look your lips Who by naming me They discover me. only when I love you I know it doesn't stop in me What is the transit of life? And death is a transit and timing a burning anthrax without yesterday past no future

The bells ring, the sirens howl I let go of the reins galloping laughing I put the walls out of play the dikes fall to pieces green jump I hope the blue sky sound horizons that open the winds to let me pass: " Place to the woman who was not afraid of the tides of love or the hurricanes of contempt" The old wine won the red the whiteThe grapes come out with their soft skin.roundness of your fingers you rained on me you wash away the sadness you rebuild the libraries of the lighthouses of old books with beautiful images Give me the funny cat Alice the rabbit the crazy hat the dwarfs white as snow the mud between the fingers the breath of childhood you are in the spark in the window where the spinning tree was born, little cups, I love you, I touch you I discover you horse cat luciole pipilacha naked man, diaphane drum, trumpet I make music I dance, I click on my heels, I undress, I wrap you you wrap me kisses kisses silent dream

My sweet piece of alfajor with almonds, my feathered snake, woodpecker, hummingbird, pecking at my flower, drinking my honey, sipping my sugar, touching the earth, the anthurium, the cave, the mansion of sunsets, sailboats, thunder of the seas, legion of birds, medlars, seagulls, low-lying seagulls, rising palm trees, beaches on my legs, large trembling coconut palm, obelisk of my destiny, totem of my taboos, laurel, weeping willow, moss against my skin, spring rain cascade in my chain jealousy of my walks the light of your eyes breaks on my breasts mischievous deer of my jungle of honeysuckle and moss sentinel of my laughter, guardian of heartbeats castanets bell joy of my pink sky of woman's flesh, my man, you are the only talisman out of my desert petals, I came back fill me, hit me against your harbor of hoarse waves Fill me with your white tenderness, silence my cries leave me scattered woman had to be left empty, but after three weeks of hard work, all the family's belongings were unpacked and in their assigned place, so that the old colonial-style house could now be considered their new home, ready to be lived in and to allow habitation. the family to have other concerns, such as returning to full work in Arthur's case, maintaining the home in Annie's case, or returning to school in the case of the family's two children. However, without any member of the family knowing, something inside the house began to act on them slowly, but gradually.

22210193Fragile as a child He looks at us smiling And he talks to us without saying anything And I listen to him tremble and I beg you I pray for you I pray for me I pray for you I pray for you, for me, for all those who love each other And they are loved Yes I beg you For you for me and for all the others I don't know Stay where you are Where you were before Stay there Don't move Don't die We loved ones we have forgotten you You don't forget us We only had you on earth Don't let us be cold Much further each time And no matter where Give us signs of life Much later in the corner of a forest In the jungle of memory suddenly appears Give us your hand And save us

After choosing their respective rooms and spending the first night in the house without any incidents worth mentioning, the moving truck arrived with everything they had brought back from their previous homes. The movers helped them leave things in the main living room, then move essentials such as beds into the respective rooms chosen by each member of the house, so that once this task is done, they can leave and that's it.. It was up to the family to fix the house. The Tanner family wasn't one to have a lot of stuff, but it still took them a while to get all their things in order, mainly because the house was so huge that they had to carefully choose where to store their belongings, even some rooms

III And if you loved me a little? Not for love, but for dream.. just a pinch.. Love that is acquired is heavy. Make me someone who loves you, not the one I am. When the dream is beautiful, even the day smile. Whether it's unhappy or ugly, it's a shadow.. so you feel cool the day, I make you also dark stay. Three dead songs Yo You're beautiful: on you adore. You're young: we're smiling at you. If a love could break out In this heart where nothing shines. The smile of my sadness would turn, reflected far away, towards the gold of your tresse, towards the white mat of your hand.. But I make only this smile That sleeps in the back of my eyes — Cold lake that, seeing you laugh, Forgets itself in a joyful reflection

And in the middle of her speech, I quickly interrupted her and said, "Little sister, so many complaints give me a headache, so shut up, sit on the couch with me and give me a little scalp massage, without me having to do it.". Hear any complaint; With that, you would make me happy. And you know, you like to make me happy. As soon as I said it, she obeyed without a word, sat next to me and began to massage me, completely on the ground. I waited a few minutes, but she didn't stop and said nothing. Happy with the result, I decide to place the next order, ready to find the limit of my abilities

In the closed window of your happy dream leaves my soul his complaint towards the nights The twilight is hot at the bottom of a complaint, inactive, like a stream of water bent by the wind, In my heart, a fictitious and slow afternoon is created made with the concession arched on the darkest reflections. Your voice takes over, little by little, over sleepiness, ignored spaces between the atoms of time, and without knowing which side to cry The sleeping foliage ruminates the dementia. Every creature is closed like an ivory coffin, At every moment it falls like a dead leaf, soon I will have no rivers to drink the intoxication whose idea as a breeze takes me away. And shaking a warm breath, he puts dreamy bas-reliefs that wait for the time. Soon we will have wept our tears. my regrets like a sound that fades in the extinct air, they die. My sister, it's too late. It's always too late. The air lifted the wheat between my dreams. Put your hands on my tired heart. Beats and art of suffering becomes weak in my brief wait

For this reason, I took advantage of the fact that there are still a few days before my last appointment at the hospital and my discharge; so I will experiment it. I let myself fall on the living room couch, hoping we would be alone, and it wasn't until my parents went to work and my younger sister left for college that I called her to come over, nervous that something was going wrong.

At the closed shutters of your fulfilled dream Let my soul have its regret towards the nights The twilight is warm in the heart of our regrets, Idle, like a jet of water inclined in the wind, It is made in my heart a fictitious and slow evening Made of the grant curved on the darkest reflections. Your voice occupies, little by little, the sleeplessness, Unknown spaces between the atoms of the hour, And without knowing which side we cry The foliage in torpor ruminates dementia. Every being is closed as well as a box of ivory, Every moment falls like a dead leaf, Soon I will have no more rivers to drink The intoxication whose idea like a breeze takes me away. By sacks a breath attiédi puts Bas-reliefs of dream to the expectations of the hour. We will soon have made our tears. My regrets As a sound ending in the air die out. My sister, it's too late. It's always too late. The wind lifted the wheat among my dreams

When he finished, he stood up, turned to me and asked, “Is this my master? “It’s perfect. but do you know what is missing? It's perfect for a souvenir photo, bring me your cell phone and unlock it, your gallery will fill with photos of you with the vegetables and milk in the guts, plus, I want you to get on all fours and leave me when you return. . record yourself as you pump yourself with the two vegetables, and while you do it, I want you to develop verbally, I want to be heard perfectly how you enjoy. He stops and goes back, walking with his legs clenched so as not to drop what he had put in

The smile of your blue eyes, my God Dream, absent from this kiss where does it begin my chest, a slight hope that nothing dares to hope, my God It could be that in another turn or turn you love me, and just one day One kiss will make all the love, my God I am not interested in these skies of the world but because these skies are blue and your beautiful eyes make me dream, my God The light in which the gold laughs floods me, It only serves to make me faithful to the gold of your shiny hair, my God Ah, I know very well that any fate it growls after me. More to do? I love you so much with my love always away. Let me tell you in vain, my God

"It's not over yet, go get a vegetable that you can put in your pussy and another in your ass, bring them as they are, you will continue with a good show for me. " Without complaining and without wasting time, he heads to the kitchen leaving a trail of milk; returning with a cucumber and a carrot, both of considerable size. When she arrives in front of the chair, without me needing to tell her what to do next, she spreads her legs to give me a good view, and standing as she is, she puts the cucumber in her while she seems to be having an orgasm, until she disappears almost entirely from the cave; and without wasting a second, she turns around, bends over, shows everything, and puts the carrot in her ass

The smile of your blue eyes, my blonde. I dream, absent from this kiss Where my heart founds a hope so light That it dares not to hope for anything, my blonde. Maybe in another round Or round You'll love me, and only one day, That a kiss, will make all the love, My blonde. I don't care about these skies of the world Only because the skies are blue And make me dream of your beautiful eyes, my blonde. The light, whose laughing gold floods me, Serves only to make me constant To the gold of your shiny hair, my blonde. Oh, I know that every fate scolds me. But what to do about it? I love you well From my love always far away. Let me tell you in vain, my blonde

"Get down, it's time for you to ride something really good." And she, without telling me what to do, takes the initiative and after riding on my knees, she pushes my cock into her pussy, letting it drop slowly until it touches her hymen. When I reach her, I tightly at her ass and push her, defloring her in an instant, while she screams with pleasure. "You are mine. " I slap her butt as she goes up and down hard, "show me". She increases her speed, begins to contract her pussy and turns in circles looking to give me more pleasure

This love so violent, so fragile, So tender, so desperate, beautiful as the day, And bad as the weather, When the weather is bad, This love, so true, This love is so beautiful, So happy, So happy, And so laughable, Trembling with fear, like an elephant in the dark, And so sure of himself, Like a quiet man in the middle of the night, This love that inspired fear in others, it made them Speaking it made them pale This love hunted Because we hunted them down Cornered wounded trampled trampled ended denied forgotten Because they had been cornered, hurt trampled trampled ended denied forgotten This love all over still as alive And radiant with the sun It is yours It is mine He who was This ever new love And it has not changed As true as a plant As trembling as a bird As hot as alive as summer We can both come and go we can forget And then go back to sleep Wake up, suffer, grow old fall asleep again Dream of death Wake us up, smile and laugh and rejuvenate Our love is there Stubborn as a mule Live like desire Cruel as a memory It's silly as a complaint Tender as memory cold as marble beautiful as the day

Through all this he only manages to moan deeply, sucking and sucking with pleasure as he continues his own work no matter how hard he fucks the pillow, filling the room with screams every few minutes as he cums. When I feel that I can't take it anymore, I take her away from my cock and in two shakes, I fill her face and hair with my cum while I slap her with the head of my cock. She just moans as she opens her mouth and continues to fuck herself while she looks at me, unaware of all the white liquid that flows on her face and that ends up adorning her breasts. It's a sublime spectacle

I love you when you're silent, when you're like absent, and you hear me from afar, and my voice doesn't touch you.. It seems like your eyes have gone and it seems like a kiss closes your mouth. as everything is filled with my soul you come out of things, full of my soul. dream butterfly, you look like my soul, and you look like the word melancholy. I love you when you're silent and distant. and you're like a butterfly that complains, that rocks. And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you:. let me also speak to you with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. you are like the night, calm and starry. your silence comes from the stars, so far and so simple. I love you when you're silent because you're like absent. distant and painful as if you were dead. a word therefore, a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that it's not true

« Besides that, you will put a sofa cushion right under your pussy; and I want you to ride it while you suck my cock, you can't stop sucking me or riding on the cushion until I allow you, and in addition, as a reward, you can cum as many times as you need

Your hands are my caress, my everyday chords I love you because your hands work for justice If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're so much more than two, your eyes are my charm against the bad day, I love you for your look that looks and sows the future, your mouth that's yours and To me your mouth is not wrong I love you because your mouth knows how to cry rebellion If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're much more than two, and for your sincere face and your wandering step And your tears for the world because you're a people, I love you and because love is not a halo or a frank morality and because we are a couple who know that she is not alone I want you in my paradise That is to say that in my country people live happily even if you don't have permission If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're fine Only two left

You're only useful to stain the floor, only to serve me

Madame, l'amour est violent, and when ça nous transfigure ça nous éclaire you thought the madness. Ne demande pas la paix dans mes bras qu'ils font emprisonner le vôtre: my câlins sont comme la guerre et mes baisers sont comme du feu; and it would be a vain attempt to haunt my esprit if my thoughts were to ignite the folly. My spirit is clear from the flames of love, Madame, like the magazine of the day or the palace of dawn.. And the perfume of thy pomade, my fortune pursueth thee, and it exciteth my thoughts to folly.. Ma joie ton palais de riches concepts en nid d'abeille, comme dans le chant sacré: Mel and lake are under your tongue. He delights in your souffle in a si beau verre he rushes, and it excites my thoughts the madness

I put my hand in her lips, rubbing my hand against it, bringing out the moisture from her cave; while the other ran over her flat stomach, until she reached her breasts and rubbed her flesh with the other, slapping them while twisting her nipples between my fingers; managing to harden them more. The minutes passed, her body reacted to all the intrusions he made, with tremors, small moans, and the center of her legs had generated a shining river of juice, which had become so many that they were already descending along her legs, until they formed a puddle. of water evident on the ground. « Look at yourself, my hand is full of your juice, you see where you are with your stupid attitude? So many cries, so many complaints and what to do?

'Cause I've got you and I'm not 'Cause I'm thinking of you 'Cause the night is open 'Cause the night goes by And I say love 'Cause you've come to get your image back And you're better than all your images 'Cause you're beautiful from the feet to the soul 'Cause you're good from the soul to me 'Cause you're softly hiding in the little and small pride Sweet Heart Shell 'Cause you belong to me 'cause you're not mine 'Cause I'm looking at you and I'm dying And worse than my death if I don't look at you, my love If I don't look at you 'Cause you still exist everywhere but you exist better where I love you 'Cause your mouth is blood and you're cold I have to love you my love I have to love you even if this wound is like two even if I'm looking for you and don't find you and even though the night goes by and I have you and not

The previously furious girl now stood in front of him, looking into the void and making no reaction, even a stream of drool began to flow down her chin. As he expected, his consciousness had just been consumed by the mirror, leaving before him an empty body that would now obey all his orders.. At first he didn't believe it when this mysterious gypsy gave him the mirror and told him about its wonderful qualities, but when he did some tests and found out they were true he was amazed... he was still nervous at the thought that maybe at the most important moment, the mirror decided not to do it, but now that everything had gone as planned, he was more than happy. The deal with the gypsy was to give it back once she had finished her revenge, anyone would try to keep the object, but now that he had under his control the only woman he was interested in, he had no problem giving it back.

A body, a body, a body a body like a day turned over and the night devoured; the light of a few hairs it never appeases the shadow of my touch; a throat, a belly that rises like the sea that lights up when it touches the forehead of dawn; a few ankles, summer bridges; a few thighs nocturnal sounds that sink into the green music of the afternoon; a chest that rises and sweeps the foam; a neck, just a neck, just a few hands, a few slow words that descend like sand fallen into another sand.. This thing that escapes me, the water and the dark delight, the sea that is born or dying; these lips and these teeth, these hungry eyes, they strip me of myself and its furious grace lifts me to the still heavens where the instant vibrates; the peak of kisses, the fullness of the world and its forms

Samantha feared the worst and even more when she saw him raise his hand, but to her surprise, in his hand she saw not a gun, but a mirror that was in a beautiful golden frame. Samantha could see her reflection and her confused face. However, there was something in his face that caught his attention and kept him from leaving that surface of the eyes.. But suddenly something else happened: he felt that this mirror was actually becoming like a sort of bottom without a well that pulled him, it was something like the sensation you have when you stand on the edge of an abyss and you feel compelled to jump out of it.. . , but a voice in your head tells you not to do it, but in this case for Sam, this voice did not scream and the girl felt jumping into a dark abyss that had slowly swallowed her, until she became one with the darkness.. he looked at Samantha with a smile

If the emerald came to shake, if the gold lost its colour, then our love would be over.. If the sun did not warm me, if the moon did not exist, then I would not have lived on this earth, because it would have no meaning to live without my life, the woman of my dreams, the one who gives me joy... If the world did not turn or time did not exist, then I would never die... But le temps n'est pas nécessaire notre amour est éternel we have no need of the sun of the moon or of the stars continue to love.. If life were different and death arrived then I'd love you today tomorrow.. for ever and ever.. Eva kisses your pussy

Nothing to consider yourself a millionaire, but enough to live well for the rest of your life. He was graduating only to have something to do, and not miss this stage of life, in addition to enjoying the crazy life of university student

Come closer to my chest, sink into my shirt, pierce my skin, my ornaments, and destroy me inside with your lips and your floods. Transferer dans mes veines, à mon sang furieux, et augmente mes rivières artérielles et la mousse qui passe sur mon front quand je pense aux hôpitaux I was in the hospital when I was sick and I was in the hospital when I was sick. Become my substance, my saliva, my tears, and let me carry you through these waters and the counterweight of the sparks that leap from my forges.. Encore plus join my destiny, to my trembling horse, and serve my feet dans les étriers, avec tes chaussures de pigeons et des couteaux vivants. Let one person, one gesture, Let our two bodies be connected, and if I kiss you or if you kiss me, let's feel the two tastes of poppy and strawberries goring. Compagnon si uni, that even death cannot separate us, et ça sur are two, dans la tombe, tu te souviens de compléter ma présence et je suis immuable dans ta silhouette. Compagnon if you are united, that even death cannot separate you, et ça sur are two, dans la tombe, tu te souviens de compléter ma présence et je suis immuable dans ta silhouette.