lovers [Theme] Page 2

...Surrounding much less pay attention to lovers than those imagined.

- I was more frightening: what would happen to us when they find out [about the affair]?
- Whom are you afraid of - God or gossip?

...Love to lurk when bored, I want to share the delight with the world.

A happy lover is almost always the same boring as the lover unhappy.

The moon today is so strange. Is not it strange? It is similar to the obstructed - obstructed on that is looking for a lover. And she's naked. She's completely naked. Clouds tend to cover her nakedness, but she won't let them. She puts herself in the sky naked. She wanders through the rows of clouds staggered, just a drunk woman... I'm sure she's looking for lovers.

Blah blah Gaia part
Lovers without hope:
Bridge, you - as a passion:
Convention: nothing in between.
Nest: warmth,
Edge - because flax is so.
Either before or at:
Enlightenment period!
No hands, no feet.
The whole bone and all emphasis:
Alive side,
Related which are restricted.
All life is in his side!
He is the ear and the echo
Yolk for protein
Molded, the Samoyed to the fur
Crowding, molded,
Bridges. The Twins Of Siam
What is your Union?
The woman - remember mother
Name? all in all
Forgetting, in motionless triumph
Those bearing the BOJ,
You are not kept closer.

Post. Why is the forehead not to Bang
In the blood? Shattered and not in the blood!
Fear soprastanti
Wander. (Killed - Love.)
Come on! Is it two lovers?
In the night? Apart? With others to sleep?

When a woman chooses a lover, it is not important how she feels about him, as whether he likes other women.

I had been looking for a lover young, submissive, selfless lover, not demanding anything but my love.

Tabor is the prize which is constantly changing direction.

These luminaries rising and setting without gloss. When they die young, their death will know all their lovers at the same time, because in Paris almost all the lovers of the famous cocottes live one life. They exchange memories and continue life on, not spilling a single tear.

Well, they already like in glize,
At the table we sit, as before.
The glass I drank his, then poured another
And it pushed: "friendship, like, and affection."
I brought them to tears, and withered root,
Vodka pulled the insides humbly.
Yes, but not informed, I his glass raised,
And threw him to his native face.

Well, they already like in glize,
At the table we sit, as before.
The glass I drank his, then poured another
And it pushed: "friendship, like, and affection."
I brought them to tears, and withered root,
Vodka pulled the insides humbly.
Yes, but not informed, I his glass raised,
And threw him to his native face.

Two pairs of honest eyes, as if for the first time,
Looked at me, not looking up.
I dropped them pants, sat on the floor against the wall,
And he smiled and said, "get Dressed..."
The fire in his chest burned, but I stared straight,
As the confused wife in lingerie the familiar.
As my best friend, had to give up sock:
He was at a party, and I, of course, at home.