ShantallJenner

🌹🌹Shantal Jenner 🌹🌹

The sun cooled his tongue there

where the lavas of the heart wash

yesterday was so beautiful as a

kiss eternally scented

and indelible of tomorrow my

odor sied to your odor your

Smell of wild mango

I walked softly

on the lips of the day of

galaxies your scarlet smile

I splash and coulis create

a slit on my heart

every day like your hole

black I wake up in me

Diving into our future

simple and flowery of which I'm afraid

The new day comes down from far away,

The morning that has awakened from the twilights

He laughs at mankind, adorned and cheerful,

Joys have gently permeated humanity.

A new life wants to reveal itself to the future,

With penance shines, the sign of happy days,

The rough valley, the earth to fill,

But away is the complaint in springtime.

Love is fire that burns without seeing

Love is fire that burns without seeing;

It's a wound that hurts and doesn't feel;

It's a dissatisfied contentment;

It's pain that unleashes without hurting;

It's a not wanting more than well wanting;

It's lonely walking among us;

It is never to be content with content;

It is care that you gain in losing;

Is wanting to be trapped by will;

It is to serve the one who wins, the winner;

Is to have with who kills us loyalty.

But how can cause your favor

In human hearts friendship,

If so contrary to itself is the same Love?

We are going to give ourselves indiscriminately to everything that our passions suggest and we will always be happy. Conscience is not the voice of nature, but only the voice of prejudice..

L'amour et le crâne is a great song.

Love sits on the skull

The Humanity of,

And on this throne the profane,

With a cheeky laugh,

Blow gaily round bubbles

Rising in the air,

As if to join the worlds

In the depths of the ether.

The bright and fragile globe

Takes a big rise,

Cracks and spits his thin soul

Like a golden dream.

I hear the skull at each bubble Praying and moaning:

— «This fierce and ridiculous game, When is it to end?

For what your cruel mouth scatters in the air,

Murderous monster is my brain, My blood and my flesh!»

Dream Catcher

Catch them..

Catch them..

And put them in a pocket.

In a fold of the air.

In a gap in time.

In a line on your forehead.

The night sky, tight like a sheet,

And an overwhelming silence that alerts for moments the very hard effort of survive.

A crescent moon slightly inclined rocks in a sea of ink.

“It looks like a crib, you tell me.

Whispering in your ear, so that they don't wake up the stars.

And I smile before the immensity.

I TELL YOU BY THE CLOUD.

I TELL YOU BY THE CLOUD

I told you by the tree of the sea

For every wave for the birds on the leaves

By the stones of noise

By family hands

By the eye that becomes face or landscape

And the dream that puts the sky of its color

All night drink

By the grid of the routes

Through the window opened by a bare front

I told you by your thoughts by your words

Every caress every trust survive.

I TELL YOU FOR THE CLOUD.

I told you for the clouds.

I told you for the sea tree

For every wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of noise

For familiar hands

Pour l'œil qui devient visage ou paysage (For the eye that becomes face or landscape)

And the sleep rends him the sky of his colour

For all night long

for the grid of roads

For the open window for an uncovered forehead

I told you for your thoughts for your words

Caresse toute confiance they all survive

I want a Master who chastises me,

teaches me good manners and dominates me.

This is one of the many role-playing fantasies I love, which fits?

I want to know if you can control this bitch who is always horny and wants to do nasty things with my pink pussy. 😈

I like the different role-playing games but I'll tell you that my favorite is the student-teacher game,

I'm happy to imagine myself with my uniform and my sexy skirt receiving the exam.