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You told me nothing would make you change and I told you that you changed everything for me You told me you were sad about life but I never believed you, I've been so tired of love songs, they always talk about a happy ending and well we know that life never works like that I sent you the signs that came to me you never understood them, no you did hear one day I was tired and of course I left you, you didn't pay attention to me, so why?

It was between the first round and the second; he rotates the force, sex asleep in a nest of sheets mixed up in a convulsion of loves and desires. I did not allow the descent of his eyelids, which when closed cause isolation. I didn't let them sleep, nor did they want to, how bad it is to want without being awake. The ticking of the silent clock, and time motionless in deep sleep, at my side naked, and slowly alternating my hand from one breast to the other, her green eyes made love to me, penetration of the soul, not the body; without spasms, gasping, or sweating, with the serenity of mirrors, which return the image, immutable, and at the same time keep it inside. He made love to me looking into my eyes, in intense sensual stillness, without gestures. What a heated mutual possession, what a sexual outburst, sex asleep.

with ten cannons per side, wind in full sail, it does not cut the sea, but flies a brigantine sailing ship; pirate ship that they call, because of its bravery, the feared, in every known sea from one end to the other. The moon in the sea shimmers, the wind moans on the canvas and lifts waves of silver and blue in soft movement; and the pirate captain goes, singing happily in the stern, Asia on one side, Europe on the other, and there in front of him Istanbul; Sail my sail, without fear, that neither enemy ship, nor storm, nor bonanza, your course is enough to twist, nor to hold your courage.

Shine bright like a diamond Shine bright like a diamond Find light in the beautiful sea, I choose to be happy You and I, you and I, we're like diamonds in the sky You're a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy When you hold me, I'm alive, we're like diamonds in the sky I knew that we'd become one right away Oh, right away At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays I saw the life inside your eyes So shine bright, tonight, you and I'm beautiful like diamonds in the sky Eye to eye, so alive

Everything you say is sounding so sweet but do you practice everything that you preach need something that'll make me believe if you got it, baby give it to me they say i come and i go tell me all the ways you need me i'm not here for long catch me or i go houdini i come and i go prove you got the right To please me everybody knows catch me or i go houdini if you're good enough you'll find the way maybe you could cause a girl to change her ways do you think about it night and daymaybe you could be the one to make me stay i come and i go tell me all the ways you need me i'm not here for long catch me Or I go houdini I come and I go prove you got the right to please me everybody knows catch me or I go houdini houdini catch me or I go

When you walk into the bar and you're dressed like a rock star, your f me pumps and the men notice you with your gucci bag crew can't tell who he's looking at 'cause you all look the same. Everybody knows your name and that's your whole claim to fame. A footballer's wife you don't like players that's what you say-a but you really wouldn't mind a millionaire you don't like ballers they don't do anything for ya but you'd love a rich man six foot

My slave, fear me. Love me, you know. My slave! I am with you the vastest sunset of my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star. When they move away from you my steps return to me. My own whip falls on my life. You are what is inside me and is far away. Fleeing like a chorus of chased mists. Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far. And what, being far away under my feet, walks. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in ruins.

I've realized that I really like elegance, sensuality, I like the sophisticated clothes that I wear and when I see myself I am very successful, I really want to touch myself, but I also like that you see me and like it. I like playful lingerie, being your queen of sensuality. I also like to look at my long legs, and think about everything you could do with them, they want you, although I am a very tender girl, I like to play a lot.

Enracin-moi dans ta poitrine, à chaque battement de coeur Sème-moi dans tes bras, I was made fertile by caresses Cailler un doux amour, du sirop dans la bouche Arrose your malle d'homme avec mes mains, les miennes seules (Shout your heart out with your hands, my only ones) The following shall be added to the list of products: Germe pour toi chacun de mes matins Envelop-moi de ton triste sourire vert, jusqu'à ce qu'il disparaisse et soit un engrais amoureux d'une histoire d'amour, la nôtre, fait de soleil. It is a story of love, and it is a story of love, and it is a story of love, and it is a story of love. ⭐ Welcome to my world, I want to experience the best fantasies with you. ⭐ 

Love, in all its manifestations, has the power to transform and enrich our lives.. It is a bond that unites us, sustains us during difficult times and multiplies our joys.. On this special day, it's important to remember that love transcends words and is shown in gestures, understanding and mutual support.. May this Valentine's Day be just the beginning of a year full of love, understanding and shared happiness.. it is also the perfect opportunity to tell your partner, your great friend, the boy or girl you like everything you feel for her and here we help you with some short, long phrases, but full of a lot of love to dedicate either via. Time is too slow for those who wait, too fast for those who fear, too long for those who mourn, too short for those who celebrate.. But for those who love, time is eternity. Thanks to you, I've discovered that if we reject the love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our life will be empty, and our loss greater.. Thanks to you, I've discovered that if we reject the love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our life will be empty, and our loss greater.. On your lips I found the most beautiful words, which I always wanted to hear. In your heart I found the highest flames, with which I always dreamed of warming myself. may our relationship be eternal. I love you. My eyes are guilty of having fallen in love with you.. That's why I'm so grateful to you.. for letting me enjoy your beauty. Thinking about you and knowing that he will arrive every afternoon to see you makes me happy. It's not something fleeting, when you feel pure love it seems like you're floating in the heavens. that's how you make me feel. Today is February 14th and we will celebrate once again the love we have for each other.. Thinking about you and knowing that he will arrive every afternoon to see you makes me happy. It's not something fleeting, when you feel pure love it seems like you're floating in the heavens. that's how you make me feel. Today is February 14th and we will celebrate once again the love we have for each other.. Not all the words that exist are capable of expressing what I feel for you; not every second of countless hours will be enough to be by your side.

I am beautiful, my mortals! Like a dream of a pir, Et mon sein, où chacun s'est meurtri tour à tour, is made to inspire au poète an amour éternel et muet as well as the matière. I'm sitting in the blue like a misunderstood sphinx, I'm sitting in a snow-white heart, I'm moving the lines, and I'm never crying and I'm never laughing.. The poets, before my great attitudes, that I have the air of borrowing from the most fiery monuments, consuming their days in the study of austerity, for I have, to fascinate these docile lovers, pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:

Like the voice of a dead man who sang from the bottom of his grave, Maîtresse, you mean to mount towards your portrait.. Ouvre ton âme et ton oreille au son De ma mandoline Pour toi j'ai fait, pour toi, cette chanson Cruelle et câline I'm going to sing this song for you, and I'm going to sing it for you. I will sing of your eyes of gold and onyx, purple of all shades, then the leth of your skin, then the styx of your dark hair.. Like the voice of a dead man who sang from the bottom of his grave, Maîtresse, you mean to mount towards your portrait.. I can praise you much, as I like, this chair blessed with the rich perfume of sleepless nights.. Advertisement Et pour finir je dirai le baiser, De ta lèvre rouge, Et ta douceur à me martyriser, Mon Ange! I was born in the city of Paris, in the French capital. Goose mother! Ouvre ton âme et ton oreille au son De ma mandoline: Pour toi j'ai fait, pour toi, cette chanson Cruelle and câline. For you I have made, for you, this song Cruelle and câline

Like the voice of a dead man who sang from the bottom of his grave, Maîtresse, you mean to mount towards your portrait.. Ouvre ton âme et ton oreille au son De ma mandoline Pour toi j'ai fait, pour toi, cette chanson Cruelle et câline I'm going to sing this song for you, and I'm going to sing it for you. I will sing of your eyes of gold and onyx, purple of all shades, then the leth of your skin, then the styx of your dark hair.. Like the voice of a dead man who sang from the bottom of his grave, Maîtresse, you mean to mount towards your portrait.. I can praise you much, as I like, this chair blessed with the rich perfume of sleepless nights.. Advertisement Et pour finir je dirai le baiser, De ta lèvre rouge, Et ta douceur à me martyriser, Mon Ange! I was born in the city of Paris, in the French capital. Goose mother! Ouvre ton âme et ton oreille au son De ma mandoline: Pour toi j'ai fait, pour toi, cette chanson Cruelle and câline. For you I have made, for you, this song Cruelle and câline.

It was the day of the dead: a cold bruine on the edge of the sky, like a fine frame, A north wind whistled; some rouillées leaves left in frissonnant the top of the ridges And each one went to the great cemetery, Morne, to kneel on the corner of the stone. Who recovers his own, Pray Dieu pour leur âme, and, by des fleurs nouvelles, Replace in weeping the immortal pale And the old bouquets. The aiguille a fait are tour. Your task is finished, like a pale old man, the century in agony,. The angel of judgment blows the trumpet and the voice will cry out: Let justice be done, Le genre humain est mort! I didn't understand a word.. L'aube aux lèvres d'opale, Tout endormie encore, sur le vitrage pâle Jetait un rayon froid, Et je vis s'envoler, comme on voit quelque orfraye, Which sous l'arceau gothique une lueur effraye, L'étrange vision The sun is shining and the moon is shining! 7.

L'amour est assis sur le crâne de lhumanité, et de ce trône, le profane de rire sans vergogne, souffle avec bonheur des bulles rondes qui flotte dans l'air, atteindre les mondes Au cœur de l'éther L'amour is sitting on the head of humanity, and from this throne, it profane laughter without shame, souffle with happiness of round bubbles that float in the air, reach the worlds Au coeur de l'éther. The globe fragile and luminous take a great thumbs up, it explodes and exhale his delicate soul, Comme un rêve d'or Et j'entends le crâne prier et gémir à chaque bulle: Well, what cruel lips you have scattered in the air, your monster, it's my brain, my blood and my chair! - I've been in love with you for eighteen years. - You are rose, I am blue, I have winters, you have spring. From the white lilies of the cemetery Pres of my tempes ont fleuri;. My pale sun that declines will disappear on the horizon, and on the funeral hill I see my last house. Oh, my God! I'll kiss you late on my lips, so that I can rest in my grave, my heart is still! Like the voice of a dead man who sang from the bottom of his grave, Maîtresse, you mean to mount towards your portrait.. Ouvre ton âme et ton oreille au son De ma mandoline Pour toi j'ai fait, pour toi, cette chanson Cruelle et câline I'm going to sing this song for you, and I'm going to sing it for you. I'll sing your eyes of gold and onyx purple of all shades, then the lethé of your sein, then the styx of your dark hair.. Like the voice of a dead man who sang from the bottom of his grave, Maîtresse, you mean to mount towards your portrait.. I can praise you much, as I like, this chair blessed with the rich perfume of sleepless nights.. And to finish I will say kiss, from your lips, and your sweetness will martyr me, Mon Ange! Goose mother! Open your soul and your ear to the sound of my mandolin:

# The song of cruelty and the line.

Dernière danse Oh ma douce souffrance Pourquoi s'acharner? Je ne suis qu'un être sans importance Sans lui, je suis un peu paro Je me promène dans le métro Une danse dernière Pour oublier ma peine immense Je veux m'enfuir, que tout recommence Oh ma douce souffrance Je me souviens du ciel, du jour, de la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour? Vent la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, campagnol, campagnol Que d'espérance Sur ce chemin en ton absence, j'ai beau trimer Sans toi ma vie n'est qu'un décor qui brille, vide de sens Je me souviens du ciel, du jour, de la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour? Vent la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, campagnol, campagnol Dans cette douce souffrance Dont j'ai payé toutes les offenses Écoute comme mon

cœur est immense je suis un enfant du monde Je me souviens du ciel, du jour, de la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour? Vent la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, campagnol, campagnol Dernière danse Oh ma douce souffrance Pourquoi fais-tu autant d'efforts? Je suis juste un être sans importance Sans lui, je suis un peu fou Je marche seul dans le métro Une dernière danse Pour oublier mon immense douleur Je veux m'enfuir pour pouvoir tout recommencer Oh ma douce souffrance J'enlève le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, Et je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur C'est mon tour? la douleur vient Partout dans Paris, je m'abandonne Et je vole, vole Quel espoir Sur ce chemin, en ton absence, peu importe à quel point tu travailles dur Sans toi, ma vie n'est qu'un éclat dénué de sens J'enlève le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un peu de miel Et je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse, je danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur C'est mon tour? la douleur vient Partout dans Paris, je m'abandonne Et je vole,

I want you to treat me rough but kiss me sweet!! 🧨very very explosive 💣 Down in Chinatown (the year of the Cock) He sold the silver belt, put it in hock Fistful of money, mouth full of gold Soon to be free of all armful of holes She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Uh eow! He got the address symbolised in Cantonese Then asked a native, "Some assistance, please" She took him to the secret door, he was kissing the floor Don't know much more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Heng lu Cindy Sue Difo difong hacking hu In a flash of recollection of oriental pride She threw him to the side Got the address, gave the door a knock What happened next caused quite a shock She was standing, looking out the door He was kicked to the floor Don't know much more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Uh eow Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl Oh my oriental pearl Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl, get down Hell tempts you with good intentions! "Love At The Pier" We fell in love down at the pier You were sunbathing, I was around Soon we were sharing a beer We fell in love at the pier I'm no sentimental slob so don't think I'm queer You got something baby and it ain't just my beer Well, maybe it's the hot pants, maybe the heat Or was it the sneakers you kicked of your feet? I sat under my umbrella to keep my pearly skin You tanned your oily body looking like sin Well, soon I was sweating and I wanted to leave You slipped into the water from too much grease Well, I saw you yelling. I just couldn't hear So I screamed back at you "Honey keep the beer!" We never consummated our outside love affair Too much tar and water, too much hot air Oh, what a tragic end to love that was lost We would have stood a chance if we met in the frost, but We fell in love down at pier You were sunbathing, I was around Now I go to beaches with my girlfriend No more love splinters in my rear end Sweet Poison "Fan Mail" I set my hand to writing you It drifted off the page I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake I haven't ate in days For unspoken value, aesthetic and charm I'd smile at you sideways But the lighting is wrong, I'm taking a picture and counting the cost While the bells in my ears keep ringing I set my hand to writing you It drifted of the page I nearly fell, I feel like a lowlife in hell And I haven't slept in days and days, days and days Beat on my Fender through my Gemini 2 Play to the posters on the wall of my room Thought I was crazy when I'd think about you And the bells in my ears keep ringing And the bells in my ears keep ringing In my ear bells are ringing

If you look at a silent dancer, her body will be the music.. If you turn on the music, that body becomes an extension of what you're listening to.. You can only be creative if you love life enough to want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring it a little more music, a little more poetry, a little more dance, every dance you do belongs to you.. It's part of your collection.. ¡When he thinks like that, you'll want his next routine to be the best he's ever done!

I am afraid of the night; so long are the hours and so large my bed. I only dream of you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of open thighs, what good are the double curves of hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if you are only imprisoned by my idea and my desire? I don't want to do myself as much as you should, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen or new, it lacks your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you have so many times created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.