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harolrock
My sweet delirium. Nothing compares to what I find in you. In fact, no describable feeling can emulate our trance, the spark of enchantment that turns into the fire of all the senses, into the full ecstasy of the skin, into the climax, the eruption and the vibrant waves that exceed the most perfect calm. In your arms, I dance, I surrender, I simply am. My sweet and fascinating goddess of hypnotic eyes, I can only say that I want you more and more.
harolrock
Perfection is not eroded by time, by chance, by changes, nor by the vicissitudes of ordinary life. There is no daily routine that suffocates it or normality capable of making it less extraordinary. At all times, it prevails, shines and reaffirms its full, true and untouchable presence. Perfection is the pinnacle of all that is beautiful, the essence of greatness itself. Nothing exceeds it, and it is not confined either. Perfection can be a moment. It can be a look or, simply, a meeting at the right time. No matter how much time passes, perfection remains because its nature is this: proper to infinity and to everything it preserves in the absence of a term for its continuity. I just want you to know that I find perfection in your smile, that it lives in your details and ties me to the unique beauty of everything that makes up the unforgettable woman that you are. No matter how much time passes, the truth is that you will always be. Thank you, my dear, for the magic of reunion.
