Orange Road
Decibel nervous through the sheet of glass cloth.
I have this vision of you.
That leaves me to walk straight on the water. And low turn my black wings. To file in the background.
's that I have of you.
What torments me, I walk worse than in ivy in revolt. Our game is a revolution and we are still only for others who do not understand us, while we entertain the sink and reconnaissance, meanwhile we are so tangible, with the certainty of no contrition.
this I caress you.
What is blood all my grain and raw for me vomit in my face uncontrollable ecstasy.
Ours is a non-game vibrations are tasteless and only for those who do not coagulate in bold shades.
Andrea is left to walk.
And my hand is so accurate that seems to cure him scratching. Andrea
forces me to break regular rhythms, normo-swallowing. Triggered. Wanted. Lieo.
Me and Andrea. that strange alchemy.
I look at you and makes you an accomplice.
look at me and hands me trespassing.
How to lock them away in a corner and start to lick the blood red tears and desires, such as forgetting the name of a doll parked alongside a normal way because she wanted to.
Like everything now I will, at the instant that you share, tearing off shreds of modesty and hell, make doors that open.
mountain above you without giving you time. You find yourself in an alcohol 'raise the volume angel'.
Masturbami mouth, now do not ask for more.
Rock from the top of a bench. You
erect, I in my lists of harmonic, with finger pressure on your jeans, slipping based on passages that claim, that have yet to smell a little of cloth mixed with meat, push me head against your stomach, do one of my tongue gently fierce.
careful not to leave invisible wounds. I want my mouth is so swollen and purple as sore. Moist.
There is only silence and dim light around sharp fighting with carnal acts screaming. Do you feel my trembling so? Yet so brash as to seem an orphan. I can not slip and fade epidemic with you, so hot. And now I want my romantic violence fragile, steep. It bursts. While most of my skirt m'inarco rises, beats rough skin games, listen him, closer, closer.
Me and Andrea. that dense condition.
Andrea and I swim between hypnotic music and purple shoes. You suck and your skin is my skin is taut and tense. A car stops next to us. Glass filtering dying down our intangible indifference. A woman asks us to join, and I do Andrea shook, his face taking care of the weak non-compliant. Reclaiming our sudden amalgam. Now Andrew is the cock as a weapon in my throat, pull the trigger and I'd be red meat in his hands, unconscious trapeze artist with wings outspread. Andrea crosses fingers through the strands of my hair, the wire tightens as dense in love, it is not detached.
The wood of the bench to chip every movement seems now he lifts me up and kiss me, now that our breasts are the same, that his arms stretch out comfortably on my shoulders. Made to vibrate.
ranicchiata I now in the most acute of me, smiling at him. While still
passers would be violated in our shoes and leave the same impression. Furrows in labyrinthine flavors. Andrea make love, let's do it here, let's do it now.
I let one hand under his shirt. The get up. The parade.
Andrea and I seem to demons in the collision, close our own eyes ... a dark moment and to decide the pace. Protrudes from the pocket of the trousers dropped a pen, grabbed it, carve it, the ink pierces his soul calibrating spasmodic blackouts and thoughts as wind only lost to impatience, come out.
And I want my legs to allow better access to remain open-confidence, so his mouth between my nipples erect open for hours of conversation-filled sky.
Now we save. We give in orgiastic meal like crazy humanoids, dancing in our reflections pallor alcohol, exacerbating turmoil as transparent needles that pierce rivers blacks. I want to feel powerless to go out, winged prey enmeshed in the tangle of your canvas, you moth spider and I, we know of our greedy game of non-innocence.
dance for hours on this bench, you're hot when I come in, her ass sticks perfectly to your cock, and let slip my emotions as a full sail of wind and I hear many times your eyes fall on top of dense moods, and chills.
Andrea continues. Do not stop.
Our languages as extensions of flesh pierced by blades of love. Or like jellyfish. From which burn themselves. Andrea licks me all over, not forgetting mm of skin, his teeth in the path drawing perversions, so I want to fuck and caress me, so I want to berti, to feel polished and slippery, as if it were a trap for caderci Each time you touch bottom. The backrest support arms seems made to live, I turn to ninety Andrea and I still enter in the ass. Feels so crash me crazy, but there is no more shame if impatience of wanting more. And again.
I feel his thrusts as bold riding, I urge you not to stop, it incites to put more force, eagerly grabbed her hips from behind, he takes my wrists, unites them in a single chain. The darkness now accompanies the movements, carousel very well broken down between reflections of moon and trees, Andrea and I still play to get in the game, the most vivid and bold as ever. Without intentional injuries but our take.
Who cares how much time passed, those who watched, those who have enjoyed ourselves, what if we're screaming in silence our tachycardic fainting, if exaggerated gestures and words and sounds and looks. What if chew with anger or sweetness, if you slip leaves tridents and perversions in his mouth, and while we rub raving like animals in unusual pairing. Let us punish him. Leggiamoci slowly and still lose the rhythm of the ink, while I feel I swing between my holes and my pelvis modular winding accomplices.
seems light rain pins, while Andrea makes me savor the smell of wet grass of us and I ordered 'licks' and whispers 'I love you' and pushes me in the mouth dark green beaded, before giving me a kiss.
Then I press on his arm, turning it over. The mountain above. And I'm
filly, sucking the belly, swollen veins. Enjoying every breath of weak, for every groan abandoned. Of my address uterine.
My nipples while piercing the air. And her hands grasp them, why make the supply. Andrea
lifting a little, I want at your side, I raised, without stop riding, he likes to challenge me in complex positions, such pauses be desired, evil does not afford. I
extension shooting and I turn my back now beats on his chest, I want it tight and precise, his stomach was filled. So one can match his hand between ballads and pushed her pussy, giving way to desire more accessible, alternating.
Andrea let me hear you enjoy muscles clench as accurate by rolling, while I both inside the six loans are our brains, and the meat seems to corrode from the burning. We abandoned free in our hungry, so we both liquid and thick, congealed in lysergic hugs.
So we stay until the little lights intrusive extend their pillow at night and kidnapped. So
lost. In the mutual pleasure of closing my eyes. And yet
give vent to inject waves of foamy water games.
Sunday, June 4, 2006
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day cream and white musk
hot coffee with cream: they drink, and smile while you realize.
are past, in your sleep, armed (with brushes), and here the striatum of paintings, stained with index and ring fingers, with kisses and brushes and teeth.
hello, my Lady, Welcome back to this time.
also untied the lace of jute, you've flushed the neck, and it fits you.
dressed up, dressed in smiles and flowers and light and wind.
clothes at odd times of music and leather sandals.
undressed - force - of my shirt, you thickened.
and scented foam and mist and white musk.
nay. stay well - you're so cute - with a cream nose dirty.
The neck seems a strip of hair Danae by Klimt, and smile while you realize.
And I stretched while I Give me coffee, with whipped cream this morning, what a delight!
And a thin ray of light pierces the red tent, even thwarted purple walls and on my back while I ride a bit ', to capture the curve of your burning eyes.
The day is really good, looks like a caress mingled with flowers of Van Gogh, right now that the index dip in the cafe there and I just grazed his nose, as well as getting your mouth. A thin wind
incamera Viniciane notes, those of the past, however, that more enjoyable. Meanwhile
your shirt that has absorbed my scent and calls and calls meat breath. So loose, bare skin, the nipples tend to have an invitation.
And the white musk slips between the folds of each position, subduing.
And I, with a funny face staring at me, and without saying, t'attiro to me, smearing even your nose.
While with one hand take the brushes ... now it's your turn.
angie & ac *
hot coffee with cream: they drink, and smile while you realize.
are past, in your sleep, armed (with brushes), and here the striatum of paintings, stained with index and ring fingers, with kisses and brushes and teeth.
hello, my Lady, Welcome back to this time.
also untied the lace of jute, you've flushed the neck, and it fits you.
dressed up, dressed in smiles and flowers and light and wind.
clothes at odd times of music and leather sandals.
undressed - force - of my shirt, you thickened.
and scented foam and mist and white musk.
nay. stay well - you're so cute - with a cream nose dirty.
The neck seems a strip of hair Danae by Klimt, and smile while you realize.
And I stretched while I Give me coffee, with whipped cream this morning, what a delight!
And a thin ray of light pierces the red tent, even thwarted purple walls and on my back while I ride a bit ', to capture the curve of your burning eyes.
The day is really good, looks like a caress mingled with flowers of Van Gogh, right now that the index dip in the cafe there and I just grazed his nose, as well as getting your mouth. A thin wind
incamera Viniciane notes, those of the past, however, that more enjoyable. Meanwhile
your shirt that has absorbed my scent and calls and calls meat breath. So loose, bare skin, the nipples tend to have an invitation.
And the white musk slips between the folds of each position, subduing.
And I, with a funny face staring at me, and without saying, t'attiro to me, smearing even your nose.
While with one hand take the brushes ... now it's your turn.
angie & ac *
Halloween Coffin Plans
ripples
Night dense air of cream, and you have to me, with your coat of bark - we run dirty in the old garden, we jump creaking the grapes in alcohol ( crushed between the molars) and waving his hands fluttering moths near the old lantern - here.
I knew you'd be gone tonight.
I felt the smell of your warm flesh.
see: I placed the daisies on the table, in our jar with water, I lit this candle: Heat rafts floating in Marvin. I dressed in red chairs. and I took a rose, to be held between the teeth, while I hold you, to stop my kisses. here's me, my muse. you caress my lips with opposite movements of the fingertips and drops of wine. and thrust his fingers through your hair.
here's me, me miserable prodigal, who yearn for your chest and dare not escape it - yet we deny it.
behold, you devour the nerves of the neck, just below the shadows of the compartment, pull the skin on the sternum, which is waiting to be sprinkled.
and I hold you back, you Ting's body and fervor redness, spots and boils. t'inseguo and, in your maps, up to the sun and joy, until the waning of the moon to your reappear.
I am, my muse, stirring desires.
Night dense, round haze, and here I am to you, dressed undressed tremors of accumulation of nuisance silent - we run that we think of being just above the floor without touching it, rossoviola berries in the mouth and a kiss common, which makes us vibrate my hands: the rustle of wings night - here.
Goose bumps
You know that my steps and my
capturing trenches with the simple beat of an eyelash.
Belle: daisies on the table, and the water that seems to caress and masturbate each petal, especially white purity, in contrast to this red candle, juice boiling Marvin, trapped in his light hypnotic and trembling, which seems to pursue the pleasure of dancing eyes.
And these chairs, I seem to require postures and slutty fairy, and this rose, I dilated the mouth with broken spines and velvet, your kisses mixed with their trickle, while the veins of their need poison, Maroso join.
While your fingers do my hair needle filigree and talented traps coir, to scratch the face, while your beard on your face dropped, scratched mine.
And my lips seem to crack even the slightest touch.
Here on my toes wrinkled meat hot.
While the back is a smooth board on which to paint. Further complicates the moon, in its sparkle pale glow.
Here, in your carry off my thrill, you know myself in the visionary and exciting to go from here.
In a night that has engraved his insolent perfume in the folds of my sheets.
angie & ac *
Night dense air of cream, and you have to me, with your coat of bark - we run dirty in the old garden, we jump creaking the grapes in alcohol ( crushed between the molars) and waving his hands fluttering moths near the old lantern - here.
I knew you'd be gone tonight.
I felt the smell of your warm flesh.
see: I placed the daisies on the table, in our jar with water, I lit this candle: Heat rafts floating in Marvin. I dressed in red chairs. and I took a rose, to be held between the teeth, while I hold you, to stop my kisses. here's me, my muse. you caress my lips with opposite movements of the fingertips and drops of wine. and thrust his fingers through your hair.
here's me, me miserable prodigal, who yearn for your chest and dare not escape it - yet we deny it.
behold, you devour the nerves of the neck, just below the shadows of the compartment, pull the skin on the sternum, which is waiting to be sprinkled.
and I hold you back, you Ting's body and fervor redness, spots and boils. t'inseguo and, in your maps, up to the sun and joy, until the waning of the moon to your reappear.
I am, my muse, stirring desires.
Night dense, round haze, and here I am to you, dressed undressed tremors of accumulation of nuisance silent - we run that we think of being just above the floor without touching it, rossoviola berries in the mouth and a kiss common, which makes us vibrate my hands: the rustle of wings night - here.
Goose bumps
You know that my steps and my
capturing trenches with the simple beat of an eyelash.
Belle: daisies on the table, and the water that seems to caress and masturbate each petal, especially white purity, in contrast to this red candle, juice boiling Marvin, trapped in his light hypnotic and trembling, which seems to pursue the pleasure of dancing eyes.
And these chairs, I seem to require postures and slutty fairy, and this rose, I dilated the mouth with broken spines and velvet, your kisses mixed with their trickle, while the veins of their need poison, Maroso join.
While your fingers do my hair needle filigree and talented traps coir, to scratch the face, while your beard on your face dropped, scratched mine.
And my lips seem to crack even the slightest touch.
Here on my toes wrinkled meat hot.
While the back is a smooth board on which to paint. Further complicates the moon, in its sparkle pale glow.
Here, in your carry off my thrill, you know myself in the visionary and exciting to go from here.
In a night that has engraved his insolent perfume in the folds of my sheets.
angie & ac *
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sown and harvested in the red poppies
white skin and virginal that cut the air and collide with insects: here we are, we, phalanges intertwined, which run between the wheat fields with wide-eyed and .
fields open and close between light bumps, poppies spread out in groups or swarms or peoples.
red-black-hearted, there seem to excite lust vampire most imaginative (or brush).
in the sky - instead - flying butterflies, and higher, higher still, the clouds play at being horses or chickens or lizards or wolves.
are happy to hold still, I'm happy again to touch your freckles scattered scratching your face with my shaggy beard, red with rage and want your thin skin.
are happy and you kiss and you kiss her mouth and legs and sternum e.
find funny is your hair stretched nell'erbetta soft, glowing in my eyes, bristling your nipples and the warm and cold of the remnants of your skin. find funny after so many silences and share flights disjoint, streams dried salted and now on his face. funny jump this time, as if there ever was, was almost imploded in the black heart of the universe.
bodies again and dance and play mad shamans and run like crazy in life, and
we jump from heart to heart.
and fight.
beat as auctions on the buttocks, such as rods on the palms of shivering children in the classrooms of the fifties, like the wings of bats in the moonlight, like volleyball players, as competitors in tournaments of chess, as whores on the edges of roads, as in the flagellates Christian protest marches in the procession, the streets of Babylon hallucinating. our minds and strive to one inside the other, our lips almost touching, our equality between the sheets, the drops one of us in a single embrace.
skin against the sun, flares rents introverted, matters of plot that just savor it require more blood.
And the fields are a small space, or immensitudine not know where to fold, like the petals of red poppies in the wind. And no one knows who rejoice before, if the heart of the drum or the desires of the teeth.
in the sky - then - there are remnants of fingertips, precise and sharp features of meat, will not be deleted, so that the sky Its been a while that takes 'a little boy' naive and it's like to throw in a pocket Sbruffo that smacks of "come on, one more time '." And
games hazelnut crumbs scattered among the basins and plains of the skin, that is, except that it would, at breakneck speed.
It was happy in a amen.e.
Place all items out of the trunk and loss, sharp pieces of the puzzle of heart and wine, a glass of Marvin can not hurt, can only remind the throat that the vintage is excellent.
And suddenly becomes the basis for days with mother of pearl friable, or blade is breast red marks and undulations of the hips, with fingers that do not know where to fight and nestle in the folds become injured.
And while I realize that you left there, your wings, put on the table beside my bed, her mouth in an exhausting and perhaps occur, which is even bare feet just below the canopy, where a two night creatures of the same planet played to affect the lives not by mistake.
and red poppies, made fire in the throat at the temples and lips.
angie & ac *
white skin and virginal that cut the air and collide with insects: here we are, we, phalanges intertwined, which run between the wheat fields with wide-eyed and .
fields open and close between light bumps, poppies spread out in groups or swarms or peoples.
red-black-hearted, there seem to excite lust vampire most imaginative (or brush).
in the sky - instead - flying butterflies, and higher, higher still, the clouds play at being horses or chickens or lizards or wolves.
are happy to hold still, I'm happy again to touch your freckles scattered scratching your face with my shaggy beard, red with rage and want your thin skin.
are happy and you kiss and you kiss her mouth and legs and sternum e.
find funny is your hair stretched nell'erbetta soft, glowing in my eyes, bristling your nipples and the warm and cold of the remnants of your skin. find funny after so many silences and share flights disjoint, streams dried salted and now on his face. funny jump this time, as if there ever was, was almost imploded in the black heart of the universe.
bodies again and dance and play mad shamans and run like crazy in life, and
we jump from heart to heart.
and fight.
beat as auctions on the buttocks, such as rods on the palms of shivering children in the classrooms of the fifties, like the wings of bats in the moonlight, like volleyball players, as competitors in tournaments of chess, as whores on the edges of roads, as in the flagellates Christian protest marches in the procession, the streets of Babylon hallucinating. our minds and strive to one inside the other, our lips almost touching, our equality between the sheets, the drops one of us in a single embrace.
skin against the sun, flares rents introverted, matters of plot that just savor it require more blood.
And the fields are a small space, or immensitudine not know where to fold, like the petals of red poppies in the wind. And no one knows who rejoice before, if the heart of the drum or the desires of the teeth.
in the sky - then - there are remnants of fingertips, precise and sharp features of meat, will not be deleted, so that the sky Its been a while that takes 'a little boy' naive and it's like to throw in a pocket Sbruffo that smacks of "come on, one more time '." And
games hazelnut crumbs scattered among the basins and plains of the skin, that is, except that it would, at breakneck speed.
It was happy in a amen.e.
Place all items out of the trunk and loss, sharp pieces of the puzzle of heart and wine, a glass of Marvin can not hurt, can only remind the throat that the vintage is excellent.
And suddenly becomes the basis for days with mother of pearl friable, or blade is breast red marks and undulations of the hips, with fingers that do not know where to fight and nestle in the folds become injured.
And while I realize that you left there, your wings, put on the table beside my bed, her mouth in an exhausting and perhaps occur, which is even bare feet just below the canopy, where a two night creatures of the same planet played to affect the lives not by mistake.
and red poppies, made fire in the throat at the temples and lips.
angie & ac *
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It fills me waiting and the scenes that we do not have my light on him and before him,
while impatient I press my ass against your cock and turn my head for a kiss, to stay inside.
All night.
close the cover of a book, catch the scent of a page.
he uncovers, as my skin from the sheets.
revitalize this apparent decline, the problem is only in your head, you'll want to look modest, but the difference, not you, the voice of defeat as it dries in the throat, I take this with me a shout and expands in your mouth, choke, torn to. To concede. And give you the benefit of the doubt, if that smell, after all, is my sedition.
If you bump into these eyes half open in the face of the smoke as soon as you are swallowed or if so, to allow you to enter my key dimension. A
Moina et voila, you're trapped, that's not how it works, if you indecision.
Surviving is a luxury that we can not afford to tread.
In any condition, favorable wind or not, The important thing is to leave.
understand now what I want? What are they? You can follow the wind, if I notice minds, there is a tendency in the dark anyway, even into chaos, I like splashing, while I make love, while you suck my dick and I want more and more, and you bite nipples, I licked his eyelids, rub your ass on your crotch, you scratch my neck, I feed on your blood.
I regained your mouth perfect, full lips on contact, and I stock up on your eyes. spettrale.lussurioso.
apparent abandonment, I know, as I surrounds the walls around the neck, and I fly and my flesh will adhere as ivy.
few preliminaries, fuck me?
throw this fucking mess behind enters the mine. Fuck me again.
And you fill the waiting is over already.
It fills me waiting and the scenes that we do not have my light on him and before him,
while impatient I press my ass against your cock and turn my head for a kiss, to stay inside.
All night.
close the cover of a book, catch the scent of a page.
he uncovers, as my skin from the sheets.
revitalize this apparent decline, the problem is only in your head, you'll want to look modest, but the difference, not you, the voice of defeat as it dries in the throat, I take this with me a shout and expands in your mouth, choke, torn to. To concede. And give you the benefit of the doubt, if that smell, after all, is my sedition.
If you bump into these eyes half open in the face of the smoke as soon as you are swallowed or if so, to allow you to enter my key dimension. A
Moina et voila, you're trapped, that's not how it works, if you indecision.
Surviving is a luxury that we can not afford to tread.
In any condition, favorable wind or not, The important thing is to leave.
understand now what I want? What are they? You can follow the wind, if I notice minds, there is a tendency in the dark anyway, even into chaos, I like splashing, while I make love, while you suck my dick and I want more and more, and you bite nipples, I licked his eyelids, rub your ass on your crotch, you scratch my neck, I feed on your blood.
I regained your mouth perfect, full lips on contact, and I stock up on your eyes. spettrale.lussurioso.
apparent abandonment, I know, as I surrounds the walls around the neck, and I fly and my flesh will adhere as ivy.
few preliminaries, fuck me?
throw this fucking mess behind enters the mine. Fuck me again.
And you fill the waiting is over already.
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You can only look
Do not tell me 'think of health'.
Leave me here to wish others wet trespassing.
And if you know an alternative to love, Save it for you. Support
eyes on the ledge because you warmer even more, like a cat just above the radiator, look at him while he sleeps. Three hours prior to crank it up, saying 'fuck', feelin 'I want to fuck you', go ahead till you drop, collapsed just two minutes ago and I, now here, in the warmth of the blanket flower poggiatagli above and in the smoke undecided of her only cigarette. The
rummage in his best side, ranicchiato in a corner in life, between the softness of down and the rawness of my summary.
Maybe you travel between dreams ... I hope it is not used. Meanwhile
that the eyes do whatever they want. I like to spy on you from here, openly, in microns of transparency, I like to sip coffee hot, naked, on the ground, leaning against the radiator. The floor have our fingerprints, I've pushed to the ground, opening the curtain, the light of the candle that looks sprayed unknown. You told me 'trust me', while the knees are scratched into contact with the last strip of carpet and then immediately pushing it almost suffocated me in the mouth, grabbing her head, staring at me.
Blood and Wine to run at the same time, mouth wet with saliva and fingers to grasp the flesh, this frees us to go together in cages obsession, and the noise disappears, it annihilates in shreds of relief, Tear meat from the navel and fill the void.
You sleep, blessed, and I have the ride of our stunts well in tests, it seems still moving, small and bare, greedy, and m'inculi m'alzi head and saying 'still', and make my mouth frugami a face in the front row, we like the smell of this complicity that sometimes slow dance, sometimes chasing other side dishes, while they increase the forces and become the animal you are, even when I say you do not love me, that love her or the idea of her.
Do not tell me 'think of health'.
Fuck.
Yes, I enjoyed myself looking out the window, m'istigava the rustle of your breaths through clenched teeth, the mastery of his fingers through his hair, the smell of my cunt just expanded a little 'legs, the pressure of words, the contact cheek on the cold floor. We looked just a bit and then understood. Fables.
We are filled with desires, just across the sheets, caressed me while I thought I did not even touch you, I kissed you how to kiss a man who is loved and then all the blood has gone bad, for love sometimes has the strange faces, others funny, others unlikely.
We are in the fast lane and do not realize that sometimes it's better to slow down.
Roads parallel clusters yet look what combines life, but yes, we live day by day, now I look again and skin on your sperm is frozen.
You know what I want now? To lay on the ground that big cunt deck, scattering the flowers, and lick her asshole, penetrating with the language and then with a finger while I go up with your mouth along the split and over along the back to bite you 'of the neck, filled with saliva cheek, take away my desire to fill the well face, turning, leaving you cursing and complaining that can not stand it. Tell you that I love you.
Maybe I take it back after an hour of standby or caresses me with a shawl violacarne, maybe I would be the desire to get paid wondering who I am, I know I massacre of needles invisbili, inexorable.
You basically, you're only in it. even in the middle.
fed to vultures my profile good as I tease and I pretend to enchant.
So yes.
You can always just watch.
('Wind for wind,
in favor or against what's wrong at the end of life'
Liga)
Do not tell me 'think of health'.
Leave me here to wish others wet trespassing.
And if you know an alternative to love, Save it for you. Support
eyes on the ledge because you warmer even more, like a cat just above the radiator, look at him while he sleeps. Three hours prior to crank it up, saying 'fuck', feelin 'I want to fuck you', go ahead till you drop, collapsed just two minutes ago and I, now here, in the warmth of the blanket flower poggiatagli above and in the smoke undecided of her only cigarette. The
rummage in his best side, ranicchiato in a corner in life, between the softness of down and the rawness of my summary.
Maybe you travel between dreams ... I hope it is not used. Meanwhile
that the eyes do whatever they want. I like to spy on you from here, openly, in microns of transparency, I like to sip coffee hot, naked, on the ground, leaning against the radiator. The floor have our fingerprints, I've pushed to the ground, opening the curtain, the light of the candle that looks sprayed unknown. You told me 'trust me', while the knees are scratched into contact with the last strip of carpet and then immediately pushing it almost suffocated me in the mouth, grabbing her head, staring at me.
Blood and Wine to run at the same time, mouth wet with saliva and fingers to grasp the flesh, this frees us to go together in cages obsession, and the noise disappears, it annihilates in shreds of relief, Tear meat from the navel and fill the void.
You sleep, blessed, and I have the ride of our stunts well in tests, it seems still moving, small and bare, greedy, and m'inculi m'alzi head and saying 'still', and make my mouth frugami a face in the front row, we like the smell of this complicity that sometimes slow dance, sometimes chasing other side dishes, while they increase the forces and become the animal you are, even when I say you do not love me, that love her or the idea of her.
Do not tell me 'think of health'.
Fuck.
Yes, I enjoyed myself looking out the window, m'istigava the rustle of your breaths through clenched teeth, the mastery of his fingers through his hair, the smell of my cunt just expanded a little 'legs, the pressure of words, the contact cheek on the cold floor. We looked just a bit and then understood. Fables.
We are filled with desires, just across the sheets, caressed me while I thought I did not even touch you, I kissed you how to kiss a man who is loved and then all the blood has gone bad, for love sometimes has the strange faces, others funny, others unlikely.
We are in the fast lane and do not realize that sometimes it's better to slow down.
Roads parallel clusters yet look what combines life, but yes, we live day by day, now I look again and skin on your sperm is frozen.
You know what I want now? To lay on the ground that big cunt deck, scattering the flowers, and lick her asshole, penetrating with the language and then with a finger while I go up with your mouth along the split and over along the back to bite you 'of the neck, filled with saliva cheek, take away my desire to fill the well face, turning, leaving you cursing and complaining that can not stand it. Tell you that I love you.
Maybe I take it back after an hour of standby or caresses me with a shawl violacarne, maybe I would be the desire to get paid wondering who I am, I know I massacre of needles invisbili, inexorable.
You basically, you're only in it. even in the middle.
fed to vultures my profile good as I tease and I pretend to enchant.
So yes.
You can always just watch.
('Wind for wind,
in favor or against what's wrong at the end of life'
Liga)
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