Your body is wet, when I see it ... I can't resist, I touch it with my fingers I'm writing my secrets Revealing, one by one, my desires What a temptation, I can't resist Size is the challenge! It seems that I hold a bomb that has lit the wick And it is about to explode The imagination wakes up, it does not stop The heart is agitated, it shoots I am lost amid so many fantasies! You cannot contain the momentum, the emotion ... The touches end up leading to an explosion Of love, of pleasure, of euphoria ...
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luis-fe-45186 From Satan or from God, what does it matter? Angel or Mermaid, What does it matter, if you return, - fairy with velvet eyes, Rhythm, perfume, glow, oh my only queen! - The universe less hideous and the moments less heavy? Hymn to beauty (Charles Baudelaire)