bodies in dance to stir ideas turned and removed. This soft line under the eyelids half closed, and the rest in speed V lightly. The world suddenly comes across like a soft breeze and unrestrained, a nice bit of sunny thoughts, or the smell of a field of immodesty barely unveiled.
Libertines and dissipated, hands ballet curves hairlines and embrace the land and seas as if nothing had happened. There should be many more infinite horizons that what is secret, simple truth looming between silhouettes and perfumes, amber beauties scattered. Rounded arches and swing as lust, it really looks like a night filled with sips of summer.
Happy who, like Ulysses, has made a nice trip ...
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