it was a looong time when i was dreaming about the pleasures of life.. usually the time comes when you did not experience your heart pleasure.. if you once tasted a delicious ice cream, you dream about the ice cream, to taste it once again. if you met a beautiful woman, you dream about meeting her again. you remember her perfume, what she wore, her smile, the spark in her eyes..
pleasure of my heart is to dream about the snowflake white skin, deep blue eyes playing with the truth like kiddo on a swing, read vampir lips telling you to take them, to kiss them, to let them touch your skin.. little ears, those who so much like to wear a beautiful earring, neck asking for attention always when the hair let you see the skin there, fingers, so unique that to get a ring for them is a quest for the hero from the old myths. stomach is like a silk lake with so amazing shape that your ears can get blind.. to see her is like to see birth of venus painting.
i am amazed by the beauty, by the power of being pushed down, to admire the God's miracle
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