“Bounce for a minute, I have something to say,” is the characteristic click of the phone. Joy passionate wave rose from the inside, she waits for me, so she is ready. Is it possible to convey this in words? Tenderness of body and lust in sight. How many days and nights did I dream to have? And caught her like a crow. That raven, which does not go into the hands itself, that it is impossible to catch and to snare, that raven, which proudly goes through life, the bird is arrogant, intelligent and uneasy.
We walked together with a neighbor in life, only I was in love, and she was touchy. We were always there, only we were divided by her inner coldness and severity.
The door is open, and no need to knock, but the picture behind the door beyond ... My happiness and joy are in negligee, and my face is glowing brightly.
- You wanted to say?
- No, I wanted to ask.
- What is wrong with you?
- I'm beautiful, answer?
“You know the answer.”
- I do not know what I am standing, I do not know myself, I do not know what others know.
- So, I - this is a reason to check myself, to show that you stand in practice?
- Honey, no. I just wanted an answer to just believe in myself.
- Want to know? You will learn in practice, for hundreds of thousands of nights, I dreamed of having your tender, supple body. Do not be afraid, dear, trust and everything. You give yourself the right hands. Hands, giving happiness and love, just believe and do not think.
A modest body fell into the hands of itself. Lips, like fire, flared. Breasts in a palm, and tenderness, delight have captured my heart. How many days and nights did I dream to have? It doesn't matter now. The important thing is that now there is a girl next to her, a proud raven bird.
Affectionately, gently carry on my hands, here and the bed, well, then - everything is simple. (eroticspace) The girl needs a little caress, so as not to rock the boat, bitch. What is it? Thoughts such where? Wasn't that what I was waiting for? No, this girl is so impossible, it should be gently, gently. He came back to square one, waited for her for a long time, which means that love through my blood wanders, it means that caution is ahead. Do you want to know? So listen to yourself, you give yourself into my hands. You hide, you burn, you give up again, you feel happiness in yourself. I feel how passion spreads, and the control over rationality melts. You as if wax open yourself, gently flow on a saucer. The body is melting, eyes are crying. The air is blazing around. You want me, I feel it, I know. I am tense, and you, like tar, thick foam flow. I can not hurt you, you feel this soul.
Time and passion take control, our heads are cut off. You, like a violin, sing under the bow, open your body. Happiness and joy, I have comprehended you, here it is - your core is treasured. I entered there, I got there, no, don't let me finish.
I just began. I'm in you now. But I know you're not ready. Wait, wait, now, yes, good. And the forces are leaving me. I poured out a stream, happiness inside you. You are my joy, you are my joy.
Suddenly you were huddled in a wave beneath me. What is it, girl, what is it? Feeling like a vice, my fallen cock squeezes. Again? Again? Crow flies. Happiness fills me. The girl opened her wings on the way and flies out of the nest. You already know how it is to live, you already know what you are worth. But your heart continues to sound strange, you just believe in yourself. Now you believe.
So, she didn’t just call me, so you need me? How many days and nights did I dream to have? But now I'm with you.
We fell asleep in arms, fully satisfying what had been accumulated over the centuries. We are the first people on this Earth who fell in love together. Fell in love with each other, wishes thawed, and gave passion to each other. We sing ode to the great passions that happened between people.
Dedicated to Nefertiti Mitanniyskaya
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Either poems written in prose, or prose written in verses. Beautiful, sensual, but difficult to read. Although perhaps this is only my perception.
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Well, that you, Marina, excellent rap.I read and tapped with my foot, although in some places I lost my rhythm, but these are minor costs. If there was a musician, he would make a musical arrangement and make karaoke sbatsal. Well, the content is a real bullshit, as the SMOLE would say. In my opinion, for rap - the very thing.
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There is such a way of writing prose - if you get a grasp, you get verses. After talking with Nefertiti, I wanted to show that sex is not base, that sex is beautiful. It is read with difficulty from the habit - I agree, but if you catch the rhythm, then, on the contrary, it is easy.
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Right now, and I am something repmanu.
My bird, with whom you fly? Do you croak with anyone, what do you do? I am your karkun, boy what you need, come in at the door, you'll be glad. A couple of ravens - a passionate subject, feathers stick out - well, not a problem. Sticking out loudly and passionately, you're in a negligee, too, beautiful. We sbatsaem right now a rock operetta: you are two lines, I have two verses. Clutching the beaks gently, happiness bay endless sea ...
Oh, good, and then delays, infection.
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Interestingly it happened)
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Wow Cool happened. In the sense of beautiful, but in everyday life. All would be so cursed, as you are with Nefertiti. And what is the result? Great Diana.
In short, as I understand it, you need to be angry more often - then you show the maximum of your creative abilities.
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Just no, it's hard to piss me off at all. I am loyal, soft, gentle.
And creative opportunities manifest themselves in different ways. This time.
But Eugene, it seems, is such a revenge for my grammar lesson. He asked for it, and then he himself scolded me))) But that's nothing!
Although I would not have put such an assessment on this experiment myself.
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I repent, Diana, cheated. It can be seen, the black rein caught. And there is no revenge, rather, a pernicious influence ... I will correct it, it’s more ...
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Come on)) I love you all!
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A poem in verse prose! Cool But not hooked. Quite rhythmically, but my music plays in my ears and I begin to lose the meaning of what is written. Put 7. So I feel this extraordinary piece. But this is only my perception - it must be different from the perception of others ...
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