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harolrock
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone; it's never warm when she's away. The moment I say goodbye, there is an immediate need and urgency to see her again, to feel the warmth she emanates, to experience the sensations she subtly provokes. Your easy smile and your revealing look are a safe harbor in which I dock; your body, the river in which, flowing, I ocean. It pours its verve into me, lights in me the unquenchable flame of desire, sticks in my body the uncontrollable impetus of desire. I seek your light, and it, incandescent, illuminates me. You're my sunshine, my only sunshine...you make me happy when skies are grey.
harolrock
Clear as moonlight or manifest as sunrise. Its star is of unique brightness, it keeps a universe in its eyes. Each of his words is a story that unfolds over time, flowing like running water and becoming a memory subtly drawn over the hours. Her laughter is easy and opens like a petal, blooms and delights like spring itself. On the surface of a very simple shyness, rests a seductive woman, strong and owner of irresistible charms, just like the subtlety of the breeze breaking into a wave, bursting and becoming a thousand pieces of itself. She doesn't need any words to express what overflows in the particular infinity of her thoughts; makes love like that, between the silence of the sentences, almost by telepathy. Even without having ever touched her, without my mouth having kissed hers, I feel the taste of her kiss and her touch marked on the skin. Platonic, fascinating and beautiful, she is a good dream with a sweet touch of reality.
