She does not sleep to call upon you in his dreams, she sleeps for thee hunt .. She delights to sleep alone without fuss and without the sheets of the bed squeaking .. She likes to see you lonely away from her. And then she forgets you, you, you remember ... Nothing annoys the in your absence. Neither the night skinning her breast, or your lips or your hands or your teeth ... When she sleeps, her whole body is hers alone .. Neither your hands tore his shirt or his heart pounding your feet like a nut when you slam the door behind you ... Nothing is missing in your absence, she has it all ... Her breasts are hers, hands, legs, tummy, belly button and the door was a day of your paradise that is also .. Everything about her is she .. As for you, you still the photos you want, you can take them .. Will they be able, in the depths of your exile, keep you company .. or maybe at the heart of your most fervent fantasy night, one of them take life ... And tell him: "you want is ruined" if you want it .. It will continue to listen to your body with the placidity of the expert that there was no disorder, nothing ... apart from the emergence of tone and resonance spectrum of the echo of your voice in the middle of the night ...
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