Some days more, others less so, but there are times I want to feel pervaded me. Feel that joining of breath, sighing, caressing and bodies.
From time to time ... fly away ...
in memories that take me to you ...
glances passionate, smiles from a distance, signals that only we understand, those who say, I will love you then.
Some days I burning desire ... and I appeal to you and anyone else I can. You're the one who make me feel like I like ... delicate, soft, tender, fury, fire, passion, triumph, exhaustion ... sleep.
From time to time, I miss you, hoping to repeat over and over Once the craziness that invented without taboos or fears.
Some days, I think more, some less, but still filling spaces are sometimes hollow. Spaces that turn the time ... waiting for you, decide to host them.
From time to time, I'm not lying, you're still you to the one I hope. Occasionally I still think, I remember you.
From time to time ...
Coqueta
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