Sunday, August 8, 2010

Stomach Sitting Stories

The

The desire to love you I broke in my heart, In the spirit

in mind ... ... ... Soul

not have you here beside me,
makes me suffer so much. . .
not able to tell you what I feel for you,
looking in your eyes,
is like having a nail in my heart, that will not let him beat
,
are good posts ...
Poems
... But look ...
Embraces ... The
kisses. . .
transmit sensations and thrills, chills and
emotions and feelings
thrills, chills and
fire of love,
shivers - chills that perhaps no one has ever succeeded,
find the right words to describe them. . .

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