Start them this tenderness born hungry ... This dense, acute sense in which they can not give a name and some call love ... Are they happy because they inhabit the same planet and that the same sun shines on their days despite the lag ... Every morning she rises from its ashes to breathless gallop through the immense plains of feverish sweetness he lavishes ... She lets herself be caressed by the feverish breath of wind that makes exalted bristle with delight his skin ... Dodge lasciviously vortices lost in vain he struggles to remember and every time, inevitably, tear off a plank over the cabin of his languor ... She pretends to look a climax .. potentially fulminating .. a tree that emerges, grows, stands, rushed to her .. .. and whose sap end, shivers, shudders, fermented and ready to spring .. .. It is in no hurry to find this tree .. Yet mention the electrifying .. fanning .. sharpens his hard .. An ardor that point and stands insolently .. An ardor that is widening s'excave, deepens, contracts, be loose, tenses, expands, tightens ... an ardor that oozes .. perle .. exsude.. flue.. foisonne.. afflue... Et elle continue de galoper dans les plaines, tel l'antilope rebelle, découvrant chaque jour une nouvelle facette de lui.. de sa personnalité aux dimensions infinies .. Il lui offre un nouvel homme chaque jour... Et elle se délecte de le tromper chaque jour avec lui.. et savoure le plaisir exquisément pervers de la tromperie en usant de lui... Tout porte son nom.. tout résonne comme le son de sa voix et quand elle tente de le fuir en se réfugiant dans les bras de Morphée, il se trouve que son poignet est sous son oreille et que les tictacs de sa montre répètent inlassablement son nom.. seconde par seconde..... Et elle n'est pas "tombée" en amour pour lui.. Elle y est allée d'un firm and determined, his eyes wide open .. It is not "fell" in love, she stands there, erect and mindfulness ... A voluntary act .. not suffered an act ... The walled voila piercing his soul, with all his conscience or his madness .. .. She knows immediately what planet in the fire, and how to extricate storm Pandora's Box ... She wants ... and allowed to lose its borders in hers .. The invoked .. and responds to this .. He explores the travels, navigating between its reliefs cast off there, it grabs, spins around its meanders, twists, it adventure, drown, as it deflagrates fire Fireworks ... And when he leaves, she feels, blissful, the fingerprints of her fingers and lips on her skin and deep inside, like a bandit evaluating its juicy booty ... And blessed in secret, he hugged each body, each woman he loved, he kissed her mouth each and every belly that bore his child and everything he dreams and everything forget ... And every morning she rises from the ashes to love ... and face the police - all people are the police when it comes to their secret she would cry, "This man is mine and I am hers and we meet one day, on the border of pleasure, while high the spiral staircase sans fin de l'espérance, au bout du couloir de nos maux, derrière la dernière porte .. à gauche ... "
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