Today the crowds on the streets of the city successive knew the whole truth. You are my only one ... you caressing me roar of motorcycles strained warm summer evenings and early winter nights, when the soluble hair drowning in the snow, snowflakes and maybe the hair ... I love your smell. Your sweet music emanating from the crowded outdoor cafes ... heap with you, I wake up in you. I look at you forever, not when the eyes closed. I love you and all forms. Sometimes sad and dreamy cold, sometimes radiant with life. Every day the same, but also different, unique, constantly changing ... I buy new shoes low, that the never-ending legs nepavargt? walk with you. You grow cacti on a windowsill, on an annual flower that decorate our daily lives.
I once took some pictures of you. To the department throughout the day. Hundreds of photographs is not enough to show even a tiny fraction of yours. Maybe only a thin thread of inclosed immense substance. I dream to print all the photos and stick them in its walls, ceiling and cabinets ... To always would feel you next to never forget what you are dear to me.
I was stopped. No one stopped me. No one quit and the same. And always look for comfort in your embrace. Never not cast. Patiently waiting to come back if the road from the beach. Patiently and quietly. Good for me to be your part. Good to feel that you filled the heat, which is passed on to even strangers who see you for the first time in my life. They say they usually come to you coming back again and again ...
And as a nice addition to the mind to think how many more memorable nights for me a gift. Your kisses, your caresses, touching the lips, passing by only a millimeter from the belly ... Mmmm ... It seems to eat whipped cream off my body ... You - the only one. All the others - just shadows. Passing by, touches, and a loss ... and you always think. I will always be yours. Only from a dependent to be afraid of me ... You Forever ... forever ... I love you. From the moment when twenty-three years has been the first time in the balcony at night to learn how to collect the stars, waiting for spring swallows returning to listen to the motorway and white summer nights. And introduces the personalities that would be incomprehensible sin. And the whispered secrets of sleeping time. You will always be faithful. ... Always refuse, and will not leave unchanged the other
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