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It is very strange To be a human. To percept a human. To exist.

I had been cuddling him; Then he began licking my clitoris For a very long time; In the end He asked me To go on top of him; As soon as I di..

You can make love to me all night That is pleasurable But there is no act of love Compared to the one of gazing into my soul.

A cosmic being. She had expectations And would not settle for less;

Memory; It’s what makes me human; Sometimes with thorns But it is the only way, To touch the moisture Of the human form;

I like my boy In all ways and manners I could go on writing for days But the trait I love more He has got "I won't hurt you" face.

The capuccino is sour The cigarette does not feel good The day feeld a series of repeated tasks Boring What I am lazy to do It is a rainy novembe..

What scares you? Existence; Existence is scary;

A soft breeze. As you sniff And Sniff The lemon flower. This volatile life!

You are not driven for power You are driven for love And I want to kiss your soul.