Mysterious whispers scratch my concern for you, I appeal as disoriented sailors sirens, kill all hope of maintaining control and devour my reason without precedent.
as long for your lips chewing my tongue acid and corroded by desire. Try not to love, attempted madness that makes us more and more sane and more consistent.
I have your naked body waiting for me, caress me, love me for one night as the young kite will not know when. I have a fear of not knowing what you know, my little experience Enamórame you.
lost in the world we are and we empty ourselves of all prejudice stages fiery changing by the rubbing of one hand as sweet as fresh honey. Patino
panic when my saliva obscene, touch your insides writhing with pleasure on my face that you want every second of existence, as if she had no other but possible.
's not fair to you, but perhaps the only time that we love and then we will become translucent memories of smiles midnight. Friendship
we want to call it, but doses of love are what our bodies look like junkies cocaine, and that our skin is clear, to make that dream is impossible and sadly tells us that it is a memory.
making me what I need and then return to me rewind and find me. For moments it was you, until you go away again after uncomfortable sleeping in paradise. And what we call friendship. Inconsiderate lovers liars ourselves, that we love one another not to see that we do not want ourselves. Rotundo
hammering I really do see life and you go away again, another day of friendship, another day of nausea and it will be and what never was.
Let me look with new eyes and virgins. You are a muse, sorry you've already painted all the pictures of my work but I'll leave for the last days of my life, when nobody cares what you think an old dying man.
This letter is for friendship only for the immature love, for dreams and hopes broken by time, for our support when we fall, thousands of young mouth kisses to smiles, for myself and for you. Thank you for you.
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