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The sun is an experienced lover who knows his business. He first of all you aglaiae his strong hands. Hugs. Covers, tilt, and suddenly Wake up as I am, sometimes, overwhelmed, with my stomach and irrigated drops like the berries of mistletoe.

The privileges of beauty are immeasurable. It works even for those who are seemingly up to it and do not care.

To anyone not so timid as to children and girls. Too much separates us from those and others. It is unclear how to break the silence and to adapt to their level.

Love for me is exhausting. Even when all is quiet, I am afraid that this stillness will come to an end, and anxiety deprives it of any sweetness. The smallest panel is the failure of the entire piece. It is impossible not to interpret everything in the worst way. Nothing can be done to the soil is never left from under my feet when all it is, that a single misstep. The wait is torture; have - also, because of the fear of losing.