StefannyCambell

Slowly between waking and sleeping I try not to think of my desire and my misery yet the rub of your hand on my skin falls, falls into a duel I don't want to think but my soul seeks you, my The thought consumes me, how to touch you again my excited skin and my nervous throat, remember starting when I felt for you for me for a second I curse that moment because I want it forever.

With my soul I love you, I dedicate my pure love to you, you are my complement, you are my whole world. Bless my fortune, have you by my side, you are my divine guide, my reason for living. I looked into your eyes. And without looking for anything, I found everything. You healed my heart, with words and caresses, it no longer hurts like before, the wounds are closed.

How I want this afternoon, to love you with soul and life, how I want this evening to be the reason for your joy. Combine I want your body, combine I want your love, combine I want my life, I want your heart. For you I am under the moon, for you I am under the stars, for you I live every day, the paradise on this earth.

Because now I can run my hand through the leaves and I can read their alphabet and if I close my eyes I hear a river running and it's your voice that wakes me up because my body now starts in you and ends beyond the It rains where your arms stretch and fear garrisons don't look and I know how to call things to jump.

Your eyes remind me of dark summer nights, moonless nights, the shore of the salt sea and the starry glow in the black and low sky.. Your eyes remind me of summer nights. And your brown flesh, burnt wheat and the fiery sigh of ripe fields. I want to fill my glass with your dark grace, with your gypsy dream, with your gloomy gaze. I'll get drunk one night with a dark, low sky, to sing with you, by the salty sea, a song that leaves ashes on my lips... I want to fill my glass with your gloomy look.

My tactic is to see you learn how to love yourself as you are my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you build an indestructible bridge with words my tactic is to stay in your memory I don't know how or with what excuse but to stay in you my tactic is to be frank and know that you are frank and

I write this poem, thinking of you night and day, these verses with my soul, I dedicate my life to you. You are grace and pure love, you are bliss and fantasy, I write to you with my soul, with your light you are my guide. I look for you and I find you with every breath, I think of you and I feel you with every heartbeat, love of my life, you came one day to fill voids that no one could. I love you madly, I adore your soul, you are my joy, my light and my calm. You're a flower in spring

We should kiss, not read Little by little between wakefulness and sleep, I try not to think about my desire and my misery However the touch of your hand on my skin falls, falls into a duel I don't want to think about but my soul is looking for you, my thought consumes me, how to touch you again My skin excited and my throat nervous, Remember this beginning when I felt you for me for a second I curse this moment because I want it eternal.

Maybe it's all my imagination, maybe it's just in my head, in my self and in the burning, virulent desire, maybe this story can only be told in my dreams, but here you are, in my subconscious I can slowly undress, here I can take your hands and carry them to my hips, I can reign Let go of this fantasy, I can put evil and softness on my side, it's not bad here I can touch you to feel your breath with overwhelming desire.

The best dawn will be when your kisses are my alarm clock and your body my breakfast. I want to mount your body and blend into your silhouette. Check it out at a slow pace that only your soul can feel. Breathe in the rich aroma of your skin shaken by a tender caress of my blessed hand.

Come whisper in my ear that today you dressed up thinking of undressing in front of me. Come on, tell me everything you want me to do and what you want to fantasize about with me, I'd look at your hands and make up stories of punches on my breasts, very soft touches between my thighs..

I want to consume you in the fire of my desires and make you burn in my hell. I wish you could feel how hot my body gets that makes our skin rub.. I smell you, skin to skin sharing scents arousing desire. My lips run on tone two. My body lights up.. I want your body.. My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your buttocks, your hands fly after her.. The mites.. You masturbate while my mouth moans with pleasure at the feel of your fingers.

When we sweat a new set? Today is a great day for you to come to my room and see how sexy and erotic I am, I really send you to have fun.. I envy the hands that caress your body, because they can rise to your divine caresses by your shoulders and neck and tangle in your hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the delight of your breasts, because they can descend to your perfect abdomen and reach the truly exquisite corner and give you glory with infinite pleasure..

Masturbating is making love to the person you love the most. Oh, how I long to feel your body fused with mine, to see you pale, pale and pale before my kisses, Like cities at war, all women have a helpless goal. When it is discovered, the square surrenders immediately, be silent when you have nothing to say, when true passion moves you, say what you have to say, and say it vehemently.

If she had said that her embrace went beyond the embrace, although in the end its contours are blurred, even if we pull the chairs, even if we lose our breath, she and I were devoured by the same blood and insatiable mouth, abandon ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest to us and we will always be happy Orgasm is the great driving force It only allows moaning, screams, subhuman expressions, but not the word You must have been impressed with the sales things I write to you...

It's not lust, honey, it's not the brutal madness with which I've written you these past few days and these past few nights, it's not the wild, almost bestial desire for your body, honey, that then drew me to you.. No, honey, it's not that at all, but the most tender, adorable, compassionate love for your youth, your adolescence and your fragility.. When I'm happy, I have these crazy urges to tell everyone I know, but it would be so much better if you gave me one of those big kisses you love to give me.. They remind me of the canary song.

I'm thinking of you. skin-to-skin. I breathe in the scent of your body as I feel your hands caress me. I feel them running through me warming up their touch. Our lips meet. You eat me. I eat you. Our languages play. We both salivated. My hands search for your breasts that are trapped in my chest.

I can play with mathematical precision that point on your neck that turns you into a bonfire.. I also know that your body symmetry is only perfect if you're lying on top of mine, because we, better than anyone, are in shape like six and nine.. Know the mole in your stomach, because we always pick the places to die first.. I know my bed is the perfect place for you to commit my crime.. I know you like it up, you like it on the side, but you die when you're on four..

One afternoon, as I was walking through the streets of the city, I saw a red object on the ground; I bent down: it was a living, bloody heart, which I carefully picked up. I thought, "It must have been a woman", looking at the whiteness and delicacy of the tender viscera that, on contact with my fingers, throbbed as if they were in the bosom of their owner..

I've all of a sudden understood why she had the air of keeping control, even if, in this situation, she was at my mercy.. I jumped to discover that she was not wearing underwear, and a very primitive instinct pushed me to press my lips against her intimacy.. White to sursauté, a fait semblant de se reposer south are siège et s'est encore plus exposée à moi. I had now access to everything that is sex and I didn't tour around the pot.. I wondered for too long what it would do to be with my boss like that, to feel her, to have her.. I've read it once, and it's enough to make me ecstatic..

There is nothing more and my heart cries, there is nothing more but a thousand memories will remain marked in the universe for all eternity. 💗 That bitter regret of missing you so much, beloved, passed over time, love turned into nothing. 💗 I don't expect more from you, I don't wait for you anymore. I can't love you more, no more attachment.

The palm trees reach the height of the soul, the flowers, the fruits, the juices spread; the eyes cross even if they do not see the stars shine brighter than diamonds; the skins float to touch, The smell of sex permeates the room; the pores widen, the rain appears, the legs moisten, the hands, the mouth; my knees are attached to your belly, the sweet petals refresh the silence; your sens le vent de ma bouche humide, et tu bois de la lune l'argent dans les rayons

If it's not for the oxygen, why did I send it? It's not like oxygen but it's like I can't survive without it. If it's not oxygen, why am I on a bout de souffle and suffocate? It's not like oxygen, but I can breathe without it..

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, Today I want to be blind Today I want to be deaf I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone drink from your thighs a breath of life and wet everything and wet it all you seduce me you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a lewd Zeus, like a faceless god looking for your protection, to kiss your lips and wet everything and wet it all enjoy me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims

I don't love you anymore. My heart has turned cold and I no longer want to listen to your words. Those words that try to convince me that ours is not over. But I know that it's over. And that love that united us is already a topic from the past. See you never. 💗 My heart broke into a thousand pieces the morning I woke up and found the letter in which you recorded our end.

Got so much to lose Got so much to prove God don't let me lose my mind Trouble on my left, trouble on my right I've been facing trouble almost all my life My sweet love, won't you pull me through? Everywhere I look I catch a glimpse of you I said it was love and I did it for life Didn't I do it for you

Eroticism is a private game in which only oneself, ghosts and players can participate, and whose success depends on its secrecy, impervious to public curiosity. I want to be the exception to all your rules. I'll give you what you think you need from me. And in return I won't demand anything. Is the deal worth it, Prey to carnal desire, this is how my body has remained since that day when your eyes entered my pupils.

These days will pass as they pass all the bad days of life The winds that blow you away will dim The blood of your wound will stagnate The wandering soul will return to its nest What was lost yesterday will be found Le soleil sera sans tache conçu et il reviendra à tes côtés And you will say face to sea: How could I drowned sans boussole and lost arrive au port avec les voiles cassées? And a voice will say to you: "You don't know?" The same wind that broke your ships is the one that makes the mouettes fly.

Blessed be the year, the point, the day, the season, the place, the month, the hour and the country in which his beautiful gaze chained to my soul. Blessed be the sweetest porfia to give me to this love that dwells in my soul, and the bow and arrows, that now the wounds seem still open. Blessed be the words with which I sing the name of my beloved; and my torment my anguish

Be in love it's playing with a lighter hand. You stretch on yourself, you're fine. You see things through his eyes. A cardinal is red. The sky is blue. Suddenly you know that he knows too. He's not there but you know they're savoring winter together, or a light spring weather. His hand to hold your hand is too much. Too much to bear. golden wound

I offer you between clusters, green segments and roses, My naive heart that humbles itself to your goodness; Your loving hands do not want to destroy it, Your eyes rejoice my simple gift. In the shady garden my tired body The morning auras covered with dew As in the peace of a dream I slip by your side The fugitive instant that I long for to rest When the divine storm calms in my temples, I will recline, playing with your bushy locks.,

Today for you I write, bare my soul, today I give you my verses, my war and my calm. Today I find in you forbidden lover, everything I seek love and poetry You are salvation on cloudy days, you are the illusion that has dazzled me I am writing to you today thinking of your kisses I write to you and I think about you I write to you and I feel you.

If you love me, love me whole not by areas of light or shadow. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brunette. Love me day love me night. And early morning at the open window. If you love me, don't cut me, love me all. Or don't you love me.

I would not desire you and wish not to love you, but if I get away from seeing you, I'm so sorry to leave you that I forget to forget you. If I ask you reward in payment of my services, give me you for benefits sorrow, pain and passion, for more grief. And I can't unlove you though I move away from seeing you, that if I think about not loving you I'm so sorry to leave you that I forget to forget you.

A mystery burns in your eyes, virgin dodge and companion. I don't know if the fire is hate or love inexhaustible of your black alias. You will go with me as long as I cast a shadow my body and left my sandal. -Are you the thirst or the water in my way? - Tell me, elusive virgin and companion.

I love everyone they are in you and you in everything I love.

Give me your hand and we'll dance. As a single flower we will be, like a flower, and nothing more. We will sing the same verse at the same step you will dance. Like a spike we will undulate, like a spike, and nothing more. Your name is Rosa and I am Esperanza; but you will forget your name because we will be a dance

Like a clean morning of brown kisses when the feathers of dawn began to mark initials in the sky. Straight perfect fall and sunrise like. Immense beloved like a pure cobalt violet and the clear word of desire. Anise drop in the twilight I love you with that hope of the suicidal poet that rocked in the sea with the greatest of romantic laziness. I look at you like this how the violets would look one morning drowned in a dew of memories. It's the first time that an absolute love of gold It makes course in my veins.

  As long as you exist, while my gaze seek you beyond the hills, while swimming fill my heart, if it is not your image, and there is a remote possibility that you are alive somewhere, illuminated for any light. While I feel that you are and your name is So, with that name of yours so small, I will continue as now, beloved mine transited distance, under that love that grows and does not die, under that love that goes on and never ends.

I've missed you so much these days that we've been apart that I've felt thousands of light years away from you; that has made me value our relationship so much that I never want to leave your side again. 💗 "Your love is fresh rain, it is the water with which I heal my wounds, it is the dedication, the joy, the innocence already lost, the song that climbed on my balcony one night

It's not that I die of love, I die of you. I die of you, love, of love of you, of my urgency of my skin of you, of my soul of you and of my mouth and how unbearable I am without you. I die of you and me, I die of both, of us, of that, torn, split, I die, I die to you, we die

All the plots of my life have something of yours and that's really nothing extraordinary. You know it as objectively as I do. However, there's something I'd like to clarify for you, when I say all the plots, I'm not just referring to this now, to wait for you and hallelujah find you, and damn losing you, and find you again, and hopefully nothing more.

Because now I run my hand over the underside of the leaves and I know how to read their alphabet and if I close my eyes I hear a river running and it's your voice that wakes me up because my body starts now in you and ends beyond the rain where your arms reach and the garrisoned fear doesn't watch

💗 I can't find the right word, I can't find any worthwhile emotion; I can't find the love I had, I can't find anything in you anymore; We were everything and we are no longer, we were fire, earth and sun; What we were we are no longer, only a memory remains. 💗 There is nothing more than what once was, there is nothing more and there is no choice but to no longer be.

If you love me, love me all over, not in the dark or the light. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green and blond, and brown... And early morning at the open window! If you love me, don't cut me off the word, love me all. Or you don't love me.💖

In the twilight of night they intertwine, whispering dancing like fleeting shadows. Skin that yearns for the touch of passionate lips, in the ecstasy of a longed-for love. Their eyes, beacons that guide in the dark, scan the map of the skin, mercilessly. Bodies like verses, intertwined with art, reveal the poetry that only love can part. Under silk sheets, a white canvas, where we paint stories with each hug.

I still remember when your impatient fingers played with the buttons on my chest, causing a burst of humidity in that hot, burning place of my intimacy. And when the doves of your restless hands descended into the garden of desire, your mouth seeking to drink the honey of that little ocean where your lips and your restless tongue were lost until it drowned the strength of your interior, shipwrecked in waves of pleasure and moans of passion, dying little by little, skin by skin, in the eternal embrace of love.

I paper my feelings, splash them on these four walls, dissect them, paint brushes on my heart that flies in mourning, because tonight I made love to my shadow and for a moment my silhouette blends with the moon, I explode inside. And my moans draw near, recognizing me as a companion of solitude.

And I was there, in that corner, kissing that bucket glass, I think, and looking into your eyes like I was lost, drawing on my retina the silhouette of your face. We were getting closer without realizing it, the result of the magnet of our passions, you were losing yourself in my ears, while. I was craving to stroke your hair. We held hands and went home, there were few people on the street, we were sweating, but it was cold.

It's just that perfection doesn't exist, but to me you're perfect. You're everything I ever dreamed of. I love you, simple as that. I need you as much as I need to breathe. With you, anything is possible. Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it. When you love someone, you love the person as they are, not as you would like them to be. Leo Tolstoy A sigh lasts a few seconds, a pure love lasts a lifetime. “

The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..

Although we don't cry on the ghostly platforms or on the pillows of candor or under the opaque sky, I nostalgic for your nostalgia and how it bothers me that he nostalgic for your face is the avant-garde, perhaps it comes first because I paint it on the walls with invisible and sure strokes. Forget that your face looks at me like a people, smiles and rages and sings like a people and that gives you an unquenchable light now I have no doubts

First love is innocent: The best thing about first love is that it's not in your plans. You don't have any special predisposition to find a partner. It's something that just happens. That someone appears in front of your eyes and suddenly you can't stop thinking about their face..