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A thought comes to me, it is full of
tenderness, an envy a need, yet another
little word, which rolls on your back, ending
in a deep desire, the one to seize
you in an immense pleasure.
But, the sadness flows in my eyes,
last night, I was very unhappy, I have
the impression that far away are the
happy days, or you were so in love, on your
steps, I walk in the dark, I pass.
You gave me an appointment, you told
me, remember, the wonderful
place, these intertwined rocks, forming
images full of joy, with names very
evoking, of a most living nature,
we will walk in all these
alleys, enjoying every moment, a
poetry of a moment, our two hands
embraced, to better connect us.
Your mail arrives, my heart is always
anxious, am I going to open it, to
Have a Look there, a moment of happiness, a
moment of unhappiness, your mail has arrived,
I dare not touch it, for fear of dirtying, this
moment of desire, a moment of sweetness, a moment
of warmth, your mail is open,
and I discover all these words, that I
walk, with love, you have deposited the
verb to love, to conjugate under all
forms, for my pleasure.
A light, gushes out, awakens me, dazzles me,
makes me jump out of bed, or I dreamt
of a sweet desire, to see, there before
me, an unreal vision, a sent from
heaven, with its wings spread, an immaculate
whiteness, it is a voice of a man
speaking to me, he speaks to me, I do not hear
him, so much I am
stunned, and all dizzy, my eyes
are fixed on him, as he is beautiful, I can
not define him.
It is the image of pleasure, you are naked, I
approach you, you push me away with a
wing, and tell me patience, in a
tender voice, I am there for you but you don't
know it from above I heard you, and
I came running, you were suffering in your sleep
and it hurt the eternal, so
here I am, to restore the wrong step.
In order for our dream to be true, because we
have judged it to be worth it, the angel closes his
wings, extends a hand in front of you, tells you that
you must be patient, take this pleasure.
Our lips touch, our mouths
open, a heartbeat,
resonates and dies, to strike harder, and
more and more loudly, a passion
invades me, I no longer know what I am saying,
our bodies follow one another, far from any
hatred, my thoughts delight, this princely
body, which I travel, which I
enjoy, Not a place I leave,
With a sweet caress, all your beechwood sings,
with a dazzling pleasure, time has no
more hold, you give yourself with pleasure,
your lips with a honey taste, your tongue with a mango
taste, I get drunk, I am drunk,
you take me in your center, you give me in
me, the seed that you sow.
I am happy to have
shared with you, a few months through these
few lines, Shandala kisses
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