March Cetro. The bitter chocolate. The book of consolations (№ 342737)

And only one night I want to be an empty body - without you. Feel the smells, and not sadness, to enjoy the warmth and cold, and not memories. To freeze, just freeze and not homesick. Leave me alone, o my soul, at least from midnight to dawn. I will return to you without prejudice, and you will again be able to enter into me, to kiss in the eye, habitually Osipov in the chest - from the inside. You potopchutsya and just hang out here, which usually, below the throat, above the nipples, warm and complain again and again. As long as you want. But now, in just one night, let go of the body to be just flesh. I promise to avoid.