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Nude

Modigliani

As a small gift

on your birthday.

ROUTES FOR YOUR BODY ...

When the evening darkens ...

my fingers get tangled in your hair

and a flood of emotions
accelerates my heartbeat.

travel When my hands with joy
the infinite paths of your body,

emitting groans perceive your throat

by the soft touch of my fingers when slide down the delicious valleys and hills in your voluptuous body.

When you're away ...

My hands caressing entertain butterflies

blue flight wrapped in their pollen

my mouth lustful calling you ..

because it takes ...?

Browse the breeze transparent

or you look in mirrors that reflect and cradle

your smile clouds of cotton?

Come child, come to kidnap me in the folds of your skin,

Come, rest your lips on my mouth

and books removed from the distance between our eyes.

The vision of your face is sweet ...

reality bites me ... when you're not ...

The sour taste in your absence

disappears when your eyes and my eyes are

and then ...

vibrates the heart, sweaty hands, the mouth is moistened

and the kiss is emotion.

because it forgets the dreams Emotion reality to cherish.

Reality bearing your name, your eyes, your scent y. ..

every indication ... routes your woman's body.

You know I love you girl ?