GwenRoux

We could leave the Christmas lights up till January This is our place, we make the rules and there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear have I known you 20 seconds or 20 yearscan I go where you gocan we always be this close, forever and everand ah, take me out, and take me home you're My, my, my lover we could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call and I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do yes, they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow So, then, I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow Your skin Oh, yes, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful Do you know You know I love you so? I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh what

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.

They dream of you, without having met you, they declare themselves to you without really talking, and they covet you: All the students of the academies and universities, all the workers of the workshops, all the merchants of the bazaars; They carry you all in their thoughts, and each is, without knowing it, your lover.. They don't know you exist, nor the number or the name of the street where your house is, all in stone, hidden among the willows, with the balcony to the east and its geraniums perfuming the air.. You measure five feet seven inches and weigh fifty-seven pounds; in a fluctuating manner, your hair descends up to your shoulders, and your breasts are tropical fruits, firm, ripe, so appetizing. But they imagine it, they don't know it.. Every day, they wait for you and, at the end of the afternoon, they leave the door open, with the absurd hope that you will pass by and that, sans sonner, you will enter into their space and hug them in your arms.. You do not suspect these warm and invisible hands, you tend towards your chair; peut-être, sans les connaître, vous les désirez, mais si incorporels, si lointains.. You are dreaming of much. I too dreamed of you, in the olive groves, on the deserted beaches, on the tapestry near the crackling fire, under the dense shadow of trees, almost at my doorstep.. And you, so circumspect, so distant, you did not doubt. Till the day when all those who dreamed of you, all those who died of envy of waiting for you, all those who trembled for your naked skin, all the thick cloud of men in love who lay with you, wandering every night in your body, sans vous le remarquant, lubricant, unanimous, I entered into moi-même. His cosmic force has dragged me on an irrevocable path.. I've searched for you, I've found you, you've received me, and I couldn't and didn't want to leave.. You have no choice, you have the fibre of millions, and you are beginning..

They dream of you, without having met you, they declare themselves to you without actually speaking to you, and they covet you: All the students of academies and universities, the workers of all the workshops, the shopkeepers of all the bazaars; They all carry you in their thoughts, and each one is, without knowing it, your lover.. They still don't know that you exist, nor the number or the name of the street where your house stands, all made of stone, hidden among the willows, with the balcony to the East, and its geraniums perfuming the air.. You are five foot seven, and weigh fifty-seven pounds; fluctuatingly, your hair descends to your shoulders, and your breasts are tropical fruits, firm, ripe, so appetizing. , but although they imagine it, they don't know it. Every day they wait for you, and as the afternoon closes, they leave the door open, with the absurd hope that you will pass by and, without ringing the bell, enter their space, and hug them.. You don't suspect those warm, invisible hands, stretched out to your flesh; perhaps, without knowing them, you long for them, but so incorporeal, so distant.. You are a dream of many. I also dreamed of you, in the olive groves, on the deserted beaches, on the carpet by the crackling fire, under the dense shadow of the elms, almost within my reach.. And you, so circumspect, so remote, never suspected it. Until one day, all those who dreamed of you, all those who were dying to wait for you, those who trembled for your naked skin, the entire thick swarm of men in love who slept with you, roaming every night in your body, without you noticing, lubricated, unanimous, entered into myself. Its cosmic force dragged me along an irrevocable path. I looked for you, I found you, you received me, and I could neither nor wanted to leave. you no longer have a choice; i hold the fiber of millions, and its start.

A new woman has arrived in the neighborhood, two children and three dogs, and an elusive husband; the woman, forty, has a certain attractiveness; she took note of arrivals, departures, schedules. The woman, forty, walks with the graceful, calm cadence of someone who is in no hurry; she knows how to look straight ahead, and gives a smile that crosses the street. She looks almost beautiful.. The woman, in her forties, has a short waist, firm round breasts, undulating hips... How could I look at her without first seeing the exquisiteness and rhythm with which she moves when she walks? The woman, forty, is taking over an area of my soul, and a corner of my skin; on her scarlet lips and in her honey eyes there seems to be a toast that is being insinuated. The woman, forty, has become a tide that has invaded my beach; I look at her every day directly, intensely, and she challenges me by keeping my eyes on her, as if she were asking it.. The woman, in her forties, invited me to her house.. The husband at work, the children at school. And in a mirrored chamber at last her splendid nakedness is revealed to me, which she envelops and burns me..

A new wife has moved into the neighborhood, two children and three dogs, and an elusive husband; the woman, forty, has a certain attractiveness; I take note of entries, exits, timetables. The woman, forty, walks with the airy, calm cadence of one who is not in a hurry; knows how to look straight ahead, and sketches a smile that crosses the street. She almost looks beautiful.. The woman, forty, has a short waist, firm round breasts, wavy hips. How could I look at her without seeing the exquisiteness and rhythm with which she walks? The woman, forty, is taking over a part of my soul, and a corner of my skin; in her brown lips and honey eyes there seems to be a toast that is insinuating. The woman, forty, has become a tide that has invaded my beach; I look at her every day directly, intensely, and she challenges me by keeping her gaze, as if she were raising it. The woman, forty, has invited me to her house. husband, work, kids at school. And in the mirrored room, I finally see her splendid nakedness, which envelops and burns me..

On, je ne regrette rien ni le bien qu'on m'a fait ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égalnon, rien de rien non, je ne regrette rien c'est payé, balayé, oublié je m'en fou du passéavec mes souvenirs I've lit le feu my chagrins, mes plaisirs I've no more need of them I laid them with their trembling Balloons for always I'm going to zero

The beauty of the cosmos spills out, an integral cataract, from its height, over my own breadth and depth, in sound, color, aroma and flame.. I am already a spring that claims your voluptuousness; I am the narrowness that must be opened for you, and the envelope that will surround you on the bed.. my desire is radical, I do not disguise it as the simple innocence of the hug; I go far beyond your thresholds. My spirit and my skin, in a firm bond, are a team that will trace intimate, vital grooves in the field of your sex..

The beauty of the cosmos is pouring, integral cataract, from its height, onto my own breadth and depth, in sound, color, aroma and flame. I am a spring that calls for thy pleasures; I am the strait that is opened for thee, and the covering that surrounds thee upon thy bed. My desire is radical, I do not disguise it as the simple innocence of embrace; I go far beyond your thresholds. My spirit and my skin, in firm connection, together are that in the field of your sex they will draw intimate, vital grooves.

In this solitude that increases my thirst for you, my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, wet and slow, that invents you at my side, without having you; in this offering that consumes my hours of anguish, without being accepted; in this night that will see the perfume of my skin in the air I evaporated; in this bed, which, seen of thee, becomes an inhospitable plateau; in this embrace where I hold thee against me, and that thy embrace, absent, does not complete.. The brève flamme of the bougie dressée sur le chandelier, sur l'étagère, overflowing in the fondue wax, is the symbol of the phallique défiant.. A light souffle escapes from my lips, and immediately the shadow surrounds me; I wait for the firm contact of your hand, and the fierce impulse that floods my entrails.. And I must compensate for the absence of your contact by the dictation of my ghost, consuming alone the same act that I have with you, mon amour, je voudrais consommer..

In this loneliness that increases my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, damp and slow, that invents you at my side, without having you; in this offer that consumes my hours of anxiety, unaccepted; On this night you will see the perfume of my skin in the evaporated air; in this bed, which is empty of you, becomes an inhospitable plateau; in this embrace in which I hold you mine, and that your embrace, absent, does not complete.. the brief flame of the candle erected on the candlestick, on the shelf, overflows into the melted wax, a defiant phallic symbol. a light breath leaves my lips, and immediately the shadow surrounds me; I wait for the firm touch of your hand, and the fierce impulse that floods my insides. And I have to make up for the absence of your touch with the dictates of my fantasy, alone consummating the same act that I would consummate with you, my love..

“I learned from you that love is more than a caress, a kiss or a wish. I learned that love must be given unselfishly, without fear, without prejudice, but with excess of affection and tenderness. I learned to trust and I decided to open the doors of my heart to you so you could come in and stay forever.”.

“We have changed over the years, but the shine in your eyes is brighter than ever and my love for you is stronger. If I know what love means, it's because you taught me its value. Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite..”

“You were not before or after, you were just in time, just in time to fall in love with you and love you with all the strength of my soul. You are the sun that lights my days and warms my soul, let us never extinguish the flame of this love, let us make it vibrate and burn with passion for a long time!”.

Your fingers turn over me, and they harass me, I do not know if they caress me or tear me, fingers of lark that settle on the skin, fingers of creeper that tie me. I leave them upon me, I am open field; they are peaceful troop, and aggressive, each slow expert scout, and this is my will. so permissive.

I carry your fingers sunk in my belly, sewn to my back, on my cheeks, between my thighs, on my knees. As mine now as my last names. There are ten wings, ten footprints, ten moans, ten fires of intention, ten little flags stuck on my back, you stab me with dozens of twisted touches. Ten golden circles on the breasts, ten program-free wheels and brakes on the map without skin routes. Ten Apollonian explorers, ten Dionysian conquerors, and only one woman of cream and honey..

I carry your fingers in the belly sunken, sewn to the back, on the cheeks, between the thighs, on the knees. , as mine as my surnames. It's ten wings, ten footprints, ten moans, ten fires of intent, ten flags driven on my back, knives to me at dozens of twisted touches.. Ten golden circles on the breasts, ten wheels free of program and brakes on the map with no skin routes. Ten Apollonian explorers, ten Dionysian conquerors, and only one cream and honey woman..

He already knew her, he almost loved her, without having told her yet. I was all a hand that advanced, and I was a foot that at the same time retreated. Young wife to whom I was no stranger, sometimes sitting at my own table, maneuvering my mind towards a deception that the gaze inescapably expresses. but no one perceived such a subtle trace at the bottom of my eyes, but her. Silence was maintained. And though the whole soul seemed to explode with shouts, they remained limited to the timidity of inexhaustible waiting. Fear, fear, despotic armor, sordid crushing repression, indecisive threat that rejects the profession of faith due to the untimely situation. But the mistime progressed in intent, the allusions raised their murmur, and joy replacing lament, the word broke its links.. Wings sprouted in the young wife, hands were offered, the opaque fog became luminous and the forbidden kisses became closer.. She burst an aurora in his bowels that left her wounded with spears of love, and an embrace of strange sheets seemed to him the story of her life; and in coming vibrant sheets she saw the interlocking of thighs and hips.. I got to know her better, and I began to love her; and my foot progressed without retreat, and hers advanced, and when I touched her, I finally told her, and she gave me a kiss.. And she gave me so much more that I don't reveal, so much she still continues to give me, silky nakedness, panther in heat, another's young wife, my beloved.

I knew her already, almost loved her, without having told her yet.. I was a hand that went forward, and a foot that went backward.. Young wife of whom I was no stranger, sitting sometimes at my own table, maneuvering my mind toward a deception that inescapable look expressed. But no one saw such a subtle mark at the bottom of my eyes, but she. There was silence.. And though screaming seemed to blow their whole souls away, they were confined in timidity of inexhaustible expectation.. Fear, dread, despotic armor, sordid crushing repression, indecisive threat that rejects the profession of faith for shame. But the disgrace progressed in attempt, the allusions raised their noise, and succeeding the joy to the mourning, the word broke its links.. In the young wife sprang wings, shook hands, the opaque fog became bright and forbidden kisses closer. A dawn burst into her bowels that, with love's blasts, left her wounded, and a hug of strange sheets seemed to her the story of her life; and in vibrating sheets to come she saw the tangling of thighs and hips. I knew her better, and I began to love her, and my foot went forward without turning back, and hers went forward, and touching her, I finally told her, and she kissed me.. And the more he gave me that I do not reveal, so much he still gives me, silky nakedness, panther in heat, young wife of another, my beloved.

Your eyes run through me in short, silent, fluid steps, as if the wind, if the light, had restless and naked feet; you penetrate the pores of my flesh stealing my blood, you make me yours at the same time you belong to me; you are made of boiling impulses; you are a river in inevitable descent over My darkest mechanism, dispersing moisture, raising springs in your direction; over your shoulders the willows swing their branches of placid murmurs; your breasts are two trembling moons, and the twilight dances in your retinas; you speak to me on clarinet and cello, warm voice of night troubadour, as A hand that could seize vagrant souls; tongue without words, with the eloquence of mute speech; and deep within your belly, pair anointed under the same yoke, an animal heat unsatisfied, and a nearly virgin heart ripe.

Your eyes travel over me in short, silent, lubricious steps, as if the wind, if the light, had restless and naked feet; You penetrate the pores of my flesh, stealing my blood, you make me yours at the same time that you belong to me; you are made of fervid impulses; You are a river in inevitable descent over my darkest mechanism, dispersing humidity, raising fountains in your direction; On your shoulders the willow trees sway their branches of placid murmurs; Your breasts are two trembling moons, and the twilight dances on your retinas; You speak to me in clarinet and cello, warm voice of a nocturnal troubadour, like a hand that could capture the souls of a wanderer; language without words, with the eloquence of silent speech; and at the bottom of your core, a couple yoked under the same yoke, an unsatisfied animal heat, and an almost virgin mature heart.

By the bow set on elbows and heels, by the clenched fists straining the tie, by the raised belly, by the dark region, by the round breasts, the stiff nipples; a sweaty fervor, formulating regurgitations of cryptic writing, of irregular tracing, telling me of impulses, of poured pleasure, Through wide plains, deep canyons. The frenzied, broken voice of the Porphyry: "Untie me, free my limbs from these bonds, for the eager embraces I would bestow on you in this sensual paroxysm are being wasted". There is a brief silence, and a groaning plea: "Do not untie me, follow me, let me recidivist your touch shudder me indefinitely, that I desire no respite, rest or tranquility."

by the arch settled on elbows and heels, by the clenched fists tightening the bondage, by the raised belly, by the dark region, by the round breasts, the rigid nipples; a sweaty fervor, formulating trails of cryptic writing, of irregular layout, that tells me of impulses, of pleasure poured out, through open plains, deep gorges. The frantic, broken voice insists: "Untie me, free my members from these bonds, because the avid hugs that I would grant you in this sensual paroxysm are going to waste." There is a brief silence, and a moaning plea: "Do not untie me, continue, let your repeated touch shake me indefinitely, for I do not desire respite, rest or peace."

Welcome to my world of pleasure ♥

Just by imagining that your mouth could meet mine, I feel that a secret anguish is suffocating me, and in the desire for tenderness I am tormented. My soul is no more than an ear; My body is all in flames and I am agitated with burning loves, while all my spirit is calling to you. And then I don't understand, in a mad state, this dream of love in which I indulge; if pure blood flows in my veins, Or if instead of blood there is fire.

Just by imagining that your mouth could meet mine, I feel that a secret anguish is suffocating me, and in the desire for tenderness I am tormented. My soul is no more than an ear; My body is all in flames and I am agitated with burning loves, while all my spirit is calling to you. And then I don't understand, in a mad state, this dream of love in which I indulge; if pure blood flows in my veins, Or if instead of blood there is fire.

You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuousness of your figure; you are the echo of my voice, the dark carnal desire that alone feasts you. Shadow in the twilight that will not let me girdle the circle of its waist, shadow that, chasing it, hurries, deaf to the cry of my incessant complaint. Before the mirror, utopian window to your world in absence, how close and how far you are, my beloved. Glass that draws us together and separates us that hides the warmth of your face, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuosity of your figure; you are the echo of my voice, the dark carnal desire that alone celebrates you. Shadow that in the darkness does not allow me to wrap the circle around her waist, shadow that, when chasing her, rushes forward, deaf to the clamor of my incessant complaint. Before the mirror, utopian window to your world in absence, how close and how far you are, my beloved. crystal that brings us closer and separates us that hides the warmth of your face, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

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You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuousness of your silhouette; you are the echo of my voice, le sombre gain charnel sombre et charnel qui seul te célèbre. A shadow that, in the half-light, does not let me see the circle of your waist, a shadow that hastens in pursuit, deaf to the clamor of my incessant lament. devant le miroir, fenêtre utopique de ton monde en absence, comme tu es proche et combien tu es loin, ma bien-aimée. I was born in the city of Paris, but I was born in Paris.. Qui nous voit rapprocher et nous sépare qui cache la chaleur de ton visage, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

Living for you is easy living It's easy to live when you're in love And I'm so in love There is nothing in life but you I never regret the years that I'm giving They're easy to give when you're in love I'm happy to do whatever I do for you For you maybe I'm a fool But it's fun People say you rule me with one wave of your hand Darling, it's grand They just don't understand Living for you is easy living It's easy to live when you're in love And I'm so in love There's nothing in life but you

Your eyes so blue Your kisses too I never knew what they could do I can't believe you're in love with me You're telling everyone I know I'm on your mind every place you go They can't believe that you're in love with me I have always placed you far above me I just can't image that you love me And after all is said and done To think that I'm the lucky one I can't believe you're in love with me

You're making me blue All that you do Seems unfair You try not to hear Turn a deaf ear To my prayer It seems you don't want to see What you are doing to me my arms are waiting to caress you And to my heart they long to press you, sweet heart My heart is sad and lonely For you I sight For you, dear, only Why haven't you seen it? I'm all for you Body and soul

I spend my days in longing And wondering why it's me you're wronging I tell you I mean it I'm all for you Body and soul I can't believe it It's hard to conceive it That you'd turn away romance Are you pretending? It looks like the ending Unless I could have one more change to prove, dear My life a wreck you? I'm making You know I'm yours for just the taking I'd gladly surrender Myself to you Body and soul Life's dreary for me Day's seem to be long as years I've looked for the sun But can see none Through my tears Your heart must be like a stone To leave me like this alone When you could make my life worth living By taking what I'm set on giving, sweet heart My heart is sad and lonely For you I cry For you, dear, only I tell you I mean it I'm all for you Body and soul

I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad I long to try something I never had Never had no kissin' Oh, what I've been missing Lover man, oh, where can you be? The night is cold and I'm so alone I'd give my soul just to call you my own Got a moon above me But no one to love me Lover man, oh, where can you be?

I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears Then whisper sweet Little things in my ear Hugging and a-kissing Oh, what I've been missing Lover man, Oh, where can you be?

When we're in a friendly situation My conversation may not be smart But if we're to have a perfect understanding Let's call a heart a heart There are words that should be whispered gent@y That's evidently the way to start If I tell you what my dreams have been demanding Let's call a heart a heart Can I prove how I yearn Just by the turn of a phrase Can I keep my control When all my soul is aflame Maybe we'd call a true confession And in discretion on someone's part, But if I'm to say how madly I adore you Let's call a heart a heart

If I should stay I would only be in your way So I will go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way And I will always love you I will always love you You, my darling, you Bittersweet memories That is all I'm taking with me So goodbye, please, don't cry We both know I'm not what you, you need And I will always love you I will always love you, oh I hope life treats you kind And I hope you'll have all you've dreamed of And I wished you joy and happiness But above all this, I wish you love.

Whatever you need Anything you want done, baby, I'll do it naturally 'Cause I'm every woman (every woman) It's all in me It's all in me, yeah I'm every woman, it's all in me (anything you want done, baby) (I'll do it naturally) I'm every woman, it's all in me I can cast a spell, secrets you can't tell Mix a special brew, put fire inside of you Anytime you feel danger or fear Then instantly I will appear, oh I'm every woman, it's all in me Oh, I can sense your needs like rain onto the seeds I can make a rhyme of confusion in your mind And when it comes down to some good old-fashioned love I've got it, I've got it, I've got it, got it, baby, baby

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens a laugh that gets lost on his mouth voilà le portrait sans retouche de l'homme auquel j'appartiens quand il me prend dans ses bras qu'il me parle tout bas je vois la vie en rose he tells me des mots d'amour des mots de tous les jours et ça me fait quelque chose il est I entered dans mon coeur une part de bonheur, so I know the cause.

I know that when you look at me there's so much that you just don't see But if you would only take the time I know in my heart you'd find oh, a girl who's scared sometimes who isn't always strong Can't you see the hurt in me feel so all alone I wanna run to you I wanna run to you won't you hold me in I want to run to you but if I come to you tell me, will you stay or will you run away?