Mist as far as the eye can see Kissed by sunshine carelessly, Her cheeks pinched rosy, her touch chilled In she sashays, with breeze in her frills. Dew drop dimples shimmer sweet, forlorn Breathe afresh, 'tis now a new dawn
You never have to be better, I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by your side. The works that I have in hand I will finish there after. Away from the sight of your face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs, and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with you, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure. I thought that my voyage had come to its end for a moment looking at your inhibitions, no wish to call for long,at the last limit of my power,that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity. But I find that you will know no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new countries are revealed with its wonders on our travel. we will find new methods to want to be, New events to celebrate, New city beds to love, New ways to find our pores to jiggle. Please do not be sorry for nothing that could ever be in awkwardness by your means. you are young, juvenile and to tantrum is the woman that you are loved to be. Touch me Rub me till I moan to a death, that moment I will visit every death. Men with vigor velour claim to clam a death once. With you I will a zillion times.
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faabulous sweet. impressive.
You never have to be better,
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by your side.
The works that I have in hand I will finish there after.
Away from the sight of your face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs, and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with you, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
I thought that my voyage had come to its end for a moment
looking at your inhibitions, no wish to call for long,at the last limit of my power,that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that you will know no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart,
and where the old tracks are lost,
new countries are revealed with its wonders on our travel.
we will find new methods to want to be,
New events to celebrate,
New city beds to love,
New ways to find our pores to jiggle.
Please do not be sorry for nothing that could ever be in awkwardness by your means.
you are young, juvenile and to tantrum is the woman that you are loved to be.
Touch me
Rub me till I moan to a death,
that moment I will visit every death.
Men with vigor velour claim to clam a death once.
With you I will a zillion times.
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