Egg. Tonight I'll eat
someone in small puffs.
He'll know when you go for the forces, when they have lost everything, when you are ready to die. I look with loving eyes and absent. Will my ecstasy.
I always do the same when you ovulate, not for me.
Long ago, in one of these outbursts of the writer believes that only women and boasts the second, to paraphrase the Celine Dione wrote a phrase that suddenly attacked today against me, " I hate you, Then I love you while dying in the fire and searched my G spot." I read and the words get stuck in the skin and darts like saying stirring postponed by the insipid excuses and stirring up a hornet's nest, the nest every woman carries with it when nostalgia climbs the side in a flattened stomach strength Velcro and eyelets long, the only points he thought he knew was one of those who were not followed and became final, suspense, and in this case, an odorless, colorless and point other than that it was neither fish nor apart or anything.
No love, no sex, said the theory about the lesson she taught me and that I, as a child clean and pure, I ended up believing. And I write the adjectives and I wonder who the fuck happened to link love with sex, or rather the pleasures of the flesh with dirty things when it is well known that All we turn and completely devoted to a powder, a good lay. And I know I assert that I will bring consequences that I will have to deal with, but ultimately, what is a dash over to the snake that inhabit and that makes me tame from time to time.
No love, no sex and repeated the little girl clung to him and inspired the prayer cursilísima those cycles without end until one night, after a drink and three tight meringues After two years of the friend who came with facebook, you forgot the lesson and with eyes more open than when it floated inventing an ideal world that tied to an ankle, was allowed the luxury of an event where the love went out partying and she tried five orgasms with the resources at your fingers, mouth, feet, to win.
So today I open the little phrase book and an eye goad me, I'm itching and I was thrown into the fire, my G survives, love and hate to leave to walk while the girl takes it out and put up with the body art.