finder earnestly devoured the pages written in stroke excited. His words rocked my senses, desires and tear my skin vibrate if on paper the lamplight that shelters me from the darkness of the room, think I was inside her, in her womb, covering each of the folds that hides . Speaking of that day
huge gray clouds full of tears. From the first time he saw his bright blue eyes and his skin looking white as snow from the small window recovery of the post as she hung the hose in the fuel pump.
Remember the smile that pierced his chest when he stopped the car in front of the dugout to prepare to pay as under the dead look of shame. Remember the furtive glances of desire misunderstood as he charged. And remember the second and third day of looks and smiles. And never forget the beautiful words leave the lips of the princess pink color of snow.
But still not explained where he got the strength to take you to dinner. And remains unexplained because it was that warm June night the restaurant where they left off after thinking a thousand times.
His words tremble on the paper when looking remembers hiding shameful as they sat. But also remember getting lost in your eyes, in silence, as one looks at the calm sea on a spring evening. Decorating a blue eyes so white skin that seems impossible.
The laughter and words are the flowers of a garden full of sources that emanate from silence. Silencing of penetrating looks. Silences pink as her cheeks or her lips. Silences
crowning night when they said goodbye to the wooden portal of their old house. Silences were broken as crystals when that princess marine eyes burning kiss her lips and the sea was to storm the creek bed of that old house, and the silence around moaning that flooded everything, and the white snow their skin melted in his hands trembling and inexperienced.
huge gray clouds full of tears. From the first time he saw his bright blue eyes and his skin looking white as snow from the small window recovery of the post as she hung the hose in the fuel pump.
Remember the smile that pierced his chest when he stopped the car in front of the dugout to prepare to pay as under the dead look of shame. Remember the furtive glances of desire misunderstood as he charged. And remember the second and third day of looks and smiles. And never forget the beautiful words leave the lips of the princess pink color of snow.
But still not explained where he got the strength to take you to dinner. And remains unexplained because it was that warm June night the restaurant where they left off after thinking a thousand times.
His words tremble on the paper when looking remembers hiding shameful as they sat. But also remember getting lost in your eyes, in silence, as one looks at the calm sea on a spring evening. Decorating a blue eyes so white skin that seems impossible.
The laughter and words are the flowers of a garden full of sources that emanate from silence. Silencing of penetrating looks. Silences pink as her cheeks or her lips. Silences
crowning night when they said goodbye to the wooden portal of their old house. Silences were broken as crystals when that princess marine eyes burning kiss her lips and the sea was to storm the creek bed of that old house, and the silence around moaning that flooded everything, and the white snow their skin melted in his hands trembling and inexperienced.
And now I read wrapped in a blanket of loneliness and tears filled those gray clouds the reason for his departure.
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