At dawn the bench
I cross quite a pretty girl the other night, stealth and smooth silhouette, and I keep dreaming of her, take her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her skin, her breath stuck ear. Chimera buried in my heart, I do not want her to vanish, no, do not go, stay here, I'll keep you glowing like a flame. At daybreak, I have to wake up, to live without her, his presence is hailed an echo of my voice. She did not hear me, do not see me, but I feel its fragrance floating in the sheets so hot. My head on her breasts, my body shaking hard, I wanted her fast. I stopped breathing, suffocated phallic, carried away by waves vociferous in her I am brave. Come again proud mistress give me my blood, at dawn I empty my pain and filled my life.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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We went every day in the garden of the Palais-Royal. Sitting on a bench, fixed iron green, we watched the cloud of pigeons and at times their voracious sexual rides. And the peace sought in this fortress was parasitized by the deafening roar of the tank sand. The ball shovels and duvets prints will not deter us from our pleasure to stay together, without words, just looks shaped smile. We were happy there, unmoved, knowing that our fate was sealed in the garden. We exchanged our first kiss under the arches and since this garden became the guardian of our oath of love. Despite failing my hip, she held my arm up to our bench, united in the effort and pain in our body reeling. She walked straight and I often staggered like a puppet show. But today I was dreaming again, my wife, my fawn had lost his ashy blonde mane. I miss her a lot my sweet companion, I stand still, and every day, I'll sit on my bench, on our bench.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Wiring Outdoor Fountain
Spin
Sky dizziness or see my eyes blinded
I waltz dirty spin
not gonna fall down and say goodbye
heat under the hands of a girl
dead woman on the morning the body desired
absence screams me cruel no swimming
prisoner cons winter tide
rider crazy, wandering merchant
connects hugs the painful breast
I groan, spits on the rotten ghost
and never, never heart does go out you know
hidden strength in this same
ultimate warrior finally tired of the insane armor
proud white sails hoisted we
wild forgot I hear the murmur
lagoon off, my skiff my star
For wind came, blowing my song.
Sky dizziness or see my eyes blinded
I waltz dirty spin
not gonna fall down and say goodbye
heat under the hands of a girl
dead woman on the morning the body desired
absence screams me cruel no swimming
prisoner cons winter tide
rider crazy, wandering merchant
connects hugs the painful breast
I groan, spits on the rotten ghost
and never, never heart does go out you know
hidden strength in this same
ultimate warrior finally tired of the insane armor
proud white sails hoisted we
wild forgot I hear the murmur
lagoon off, my skiff my star
For wind came, blowing my song.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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Fall in my heart
It hurts very bad, I'm devastated, I tremble on my pedestal like the statue of an ancient world. I just loved and secretly I was a stranger. I already had the rope around his neck, on borrowed time, idealistic a miserable life together. I did not see the bottom falling out of her eyes, I could not be the object of his desire, I could not catch his life. A guardian of the routine, too want to keep, I lost everything! Not have the strength to challenge myself, back to square one, all alone in my bassinet without a mother, a life to fetch the grace of a woman. I cry for rest, removal of my heart, the warmth of your arms entwined. Dead leaves of autumn carpet buried my heart.
It hurts very bad, I'm devastated, I tremble on my pedestal like the statue of an ancient world. I just loved and secretly I was a stranger. I already had the rope around his neck, on borrowed time, idealistic a miserable life together. I did not see the bottom falling out of her eyes, I could not be the object of his desire, I could not catch his life. A guardian of the routine, too want to keep, I lost everything! Not have the strength to challenge myself, back to square one, all alone in my bassinet without a mother, a life to fetch the grace of a woman. I cry for rest, removal of my heart, the warmth of your arms entwined. Dead leaves of autumn carpet buried my heart.
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