smells new. Twenty-five Aprils has his face, almost half the mine. I see him light his cigarette with a serious expression of a man recently released.
my hair disorder reveals this madness, this passion on a sudden.
I look. Their lips smile after receiving a thousand kisses fleeting, furtive, angry ...
- "I got crazy," he swears. Hiding
shake my hands start to fasten clothing.
They look, they sense it is a wish,
caress, kiss, get naked ,
inhaled, they lie, they sniff,
they penetrate, they suck, they disfigure,
to sleep, wake up, light,
are greedy, be felt, are fascinating,
chewed, they like, drool,
confused, flattened, disintegrate,
goes dormant, die, are returning,
are stretched, the curls, bob,
twist, stretch, flare,
strangle , tighten, shake,
is therefore together, faint,
repel, is enervating, is like,
are undertaken, they are linked, collide,
crouch, they imprison, dislocate,
punctured, embedded, are riddled,
are riveted, are grafted, are screwed,
fainted, revive, shine,
referred , swell, get crazy,
melted, welded, calcined,
tear, bite, they kill,
raised, is looking for, they rub,
be shunned, evaded and delivered.
I like, you know. I behind you waiting for a kind word, a caress, a kiss ..., that way my senses melt yours is killing me, I tremble with pleasure and desire to you and without you I can not, live. A startled look of yours my heart My blood is altered, my heart rate speeds up, my legs are shaking, my hands sudosas and only seek you think you feel the orgasm. What a pleasure!
look at me and I look but not say anything and is that a single word from you, enough to heal
In one night, forgot the bitter intentions of the old, beat his stale concept of incest and discovered the sweetness to that thingy chocolate ...
I do not forget: this was the year of your life. Yes, I know it will come others, and new seasons come and perhaps even come other titles, you never know ... but keep in mind that there was another me. From the first moment I knew we were meant for each other. And that to keep me in your wallet you thought I was in a football schedule: a mistake. When in the privacy of your room you become interested in the first day you knew that football could become secondary. Yes, secondary to you, who would have thought ... Rapidly shifted to a lower division crossings, the schedule, and even the pool matches of the day. Your eyes and realized the ball ... I know you got the best of my smile but you only had eyes for my breasts. Understandable, natural, well placed, turned, lush but upturned and even with that added morbillo its slight white. I know that makes you a hundred, something like if I said: look handsome, I just remove the bikini top just for you . And this hardness pointing my nipples is a reality always within reach of your hand ... Yes or yes. Just when one day I direct your hands to other hardness I knew that ours would be a triumphant season. Passions and successes. At first it was only in the proximity of the day, played them inside the wallet and your eyes were beyond my breasts, my red and white bikini (I know you got more than a goal in injury time), let alone to my socks ... Know to read your thoughts and imagine that you did love me leaving only red socks of your dreams, the ball was no longer in play and you've already noticed that also hung up his boots ... Days went by victorious and I know that I became a must for you. You understood that the illusions are true. He did not have time outside of football. I dragged them out of the portfolio, touched me, kissed me, I wanted ... And there I was, smiling at you in a long season wins that occasionally get onto clothing. I was even the consolation of unsatisfactory encounters or boring evening: there was my mischievous smile, my blond hair carefully and the strength of my balls ... A year to frame ...
But everything has its purpose. A day of farewell. Now is the last game of a successful season. Goodbye in the calendar ... But you will not forget me at the bottom of the portfolio, do you darling? Look, there will be another me, I assure you ... That the world is full of bratty retreaded, cheek surgery, and even sluts teach you everything the first to change ... Do not trust any affection, that there will be meetings like ours, and last season that the best, just because you say it, does not always come ...
- Majesty fits like a glove.
- Majesty has an impeccable cut.
- Your Majesty, is the epitome of elegance.
- Majesty imperial enhances your silhouette.
- Majesty, your people do not know look at anything ...
These and other phrases of admiration I have confirmed that live in the kingdom of flattery permanent court teeming, mixed in equal parts traditional satyrs , the procession amateurs, voyeurs profession and deniers of blindness. Intentional wrongs in a country of blind men who only makes sense in their eyes.
Dressed so great masterpiece of design and clothing, and covered of sweetened and interested flattery, I decided to go out. It was the center of the Empire but now I am the center of attention. Walking steadily I walked through streets and plazas amid continued cheers and honor to the queen. Unless my eyes, her pupils have nailed down to the last corner of my skin. They have felt the curves of my waist, my butt swellings, the channel of my breasts and to the ends of my nipples. Scattered glances and looks concentrated only I could feel. A marked walkway for victory. I can say that the hair of my sex has been a triumph ...
