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slaveblanc
A sublime and superior Woman in her natural essence that I remained in my condition that I was born to be in my inferiority and submission. Without having masks, but rather, with my fullness that was hidden and trapped inside me that now I can no longer not assume before your possession and training.
msedutor00
How to describe in poetry, the profane if insomnia was my sin and awake it made me dream of a story or a reality, where sin took me to you made me an impure saint before the purity of a perfect naivety of a pure sister, who in her follies allowed herself to be admired between the crack of the door by the one who always desired her and knows every detail of her, the punishment was the refuge of dawn... not just the lashes of perplexed guilt or penance of a sordid and exciting night. Returning to my room I felt myself at the prayer table and I seek to recover from the profane insanities of the night... Even not knowing if it was a dream or a sinful insomnia...
msedutor00
“So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see Perfect paradise falling apart I wish I could escape I don't wanna pretend I wish I could erase Make your heart believe But I'm a terrible liar Terrible liar Now you know Now you know I'm a terrible liar Terrible liar Now that you know You're free to go I can't breathe I can't be I can't be What you want me to be Believe me this time, believe me Did all my dreams never mean a thing? Is happiness in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been searching Oh, I've been searching for trouble, trouble, trouble” I REMEMBERED ❤️🔥
msedutor00
There are people in our lives who surprise us, make the day have meaning and the empty nights become extremely enchanting, as if the mystical were united with the dream and everything became real. Finding and finding someone again who makes your life be painted with the most beautiful colors of the watercolor of a mystical painter angel, transforms the sad look into an enthusiastic smile, what was loneliness becomes a sharing of life, where what is expected of the other is merely their presence to listen and tell about their day, I wonder how we can be here among millions of people, your perfume is still on my clothes, your taste in my mouth, your voice is the melody that wakes me up and puts me to sleep, you are the moon to me and I will always keep that inside me, your way of seducing in simplicity, your brightness that shines in the darkness of the night and makes me unique, thank you for being here, for having inspired me to write, even if the dream continues to be just a dream, even if we put limits on thoughts and conversations, you will always be like the moon
