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I do not want peace, unbearable as always,
Nature breaks down to a woman, cutting the word in two,
Touch the white leg, feel the velvet ribbon of the calf,
And snuggle cheek tightly, filling the passion of games.
Language touch your fingers, each grease tongue,
Dissolve in a drop of happiness ...
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Nature breaks down to a woman, cutting the word in two,
Touch the white leg, feel the velvet ribbon of the calf,
And snuggle cheek tightly, filling the passion of games.
Language touch your fingers, each grease tongue,
Dissolve in a drop of happiness ...
Read more →