SharonKlart

}Neither souvenirs nor presages: just present, in chantant. Neither silence nor mots: your voice, only, only, speaking to me. Neither hands nor lips: just two bodies, far away, separated. Neither light nor darkness, eyes nor sight, vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, neither pleasure nor sorrow, neither heaven nor earth, neither above nor below, neither life nor death, nothing but love, nothing but love..

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When I see thee pass, O my dear, indolent, To the song of the instruments that break on the ceiling, Suspending thy harmonious and slow gait, And wandering the weariness of thy deep gaze; When I contemplate, by the fires of the gas that colours it, Your pale brow, beautified by a morbid attraction, Where the evening torches light up a dawn, And your eyes attractive as those of a portrait, I say to myself: How beautiful it is! and oddly fresh! The massive, regal and heavy memory, The crown, and his heart, bruised as a peach, Is ripe, like his body, for the learned love. Are you the autumn fruit with sovereign flavours? Are you a funeral vessel waiting for a few tears, a perfume that makes you dream of distant oases, a caressing pillow, or a basket of flowers? I know that there are eyes, the most melancholy, that conceal no precious secrets; Beautiful caskets without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than yourselves, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you are the appearance, To gladden a heart that flees from the truth? What does it matter how stupid or indifferent you are? Mask or décor, hello! I love your beauty.

I told you for the clouds I told you for the sea tree For the eyes that become face or landscape And the sleep that rends the sky of its colour Pour toute la nuit bue Pour la grille des routes Pour la fenêtre ouverte pour un front découvert I told you for your thoughts for your words ♪ All you need is a little faith ♪

L'homme est la plus élevée des créatures; la femme is the most sublime of the ideals. God made for man a throne, for woman an altar.. The throne exalts; the altar sanctifies. L'homme est le cerveau, the woman is the heart. The brain makes the light, the heart produces the love.. The light is fruitful, the love rises. L'homme est fort par la raison; la femme is invincible by the tears. The reason convinces; the tears move. L'homme est capable de tous les héroïsmes; the femme of all the martyrs. The heroism ennobled; the martyr sublime. L'homme à la suprématie; the femme the preference. The supremacy means the force; the preference represents the right. L'homme is a genius, the femme is an angel. The genius is immeasurable, the angel is indefinable.. The aspiration of the man is the supreme glory, the aspiration of the woman is the extreme virtue.. Glory makes all that is great; virtue makes all that is divine.. L'homme is a Code; the femme is an Evangile. The man thinks, the woman thinks.. To think is to have a larva's head, to think is to have a halo's forehead.. L'homme is an ocean; la femme is a lake. The ocean, the pearl that adorns, the lake, the poetry that illuminates. L'homme is an eagle who flies; la femme is the rossignol who sings. To fly is to dominate space, to sing is to conquer the soul.. L'homme is a temple; la femme is the sanctuary. Before the Temple we discover; before the Sanctuary we lie down. Enfin: l'homme est placé où finit la terre; la femme où commence le ciel. The man is placed where the earth ends, the woman where the sky begins. ».

I propose you among the grapes, the green segments and the roses, my naïve heart that humbles before your goodness; your loving hands do not want to destroy it, your eyes rejoice in my simple gift. In the shadowy garden my body is weary of the morning's auras covered with rosé; like in the peace of a dream I slip beside you the fugitive moment I aspire to rest. When the divine storm is quiet in my tempes, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding day, my front is sleeping,.

Aimer est ce silence timid près de toi, sans que tu le saches, et souviens-toi de ta voix quand tu pars et ressent le chaleur de votre salutation. I love you when you are silent and shy, and I love you when you are silent. To love is to wait for you as if you were part of the couch of sun, neither before nor after, for we are alone among games and stories on the land of the dead..

Bless be the year, the point, the day, the season, the place, the month, the hour and the country in which he makes beau regarde enchaîné à mon âme. Blessed be the most sweet persistence to abandon me to this love that lives in my soul, and the bow and arrows, from which now the wounds seem to be open again.. Blessed be the words with which I sing the name of my beloved; and my torment, my anguish, my soupirs and my tears. Well, they're in the font of my praise and, finally, my thought, because she doesn't want me to share it..

I wish I didn't wish to love you, but if I turn away from you, I'm really sorry to leave you. If I demand of you a reward in payment for my services, jours pour toi pour les avantages le chagrin, la douleur et la passion, pour plus d'inconsolation. If I demand of you a reward in payment for my services, jours pour toi pour les avantages le chagrin, la douleur et la passion, pour plus de inconsolation. If I demand of you a reward in payment for my services, jours pour toi pour les avantages le chagrin, la douleur et la passion, pour plus de inconsolation. If I demand of you a reward in payment for my services, jours pour vous pour les avantages le chagrin, la douleur et la passion, pour plus de inconsolation. And I can't dislike you even if I turn away from you, and if I think I don't love you? I'm really sorry to leave you. I forget to forget you..

I've already abandoned everything and I've said and it's like that I've changed, qui est mon bien-aimé pour moi, et je suis pour mon bien-aimé. When the chasseur doux threw me and left me exhausted, dans les bras de l'amour my soul was fallen. And take a new life, that's how I've exchanged qui est mon bien-aimé pour moi, and je suis pour mon bien-aimé. He wounded me with an arrow of love, and my soul was made one with its Creator, I want no more of another love, because I gave myself to my God, and my beloved is for me, and I am for my beloved..

No, cela ne sépare pas deux âmes aimantes case défavorable ni entêtement cruel: L'amour ne diminue jamais ni ne dévie, et c'est un et sans change à toute heure. It is not a matter of love, but of love, and it is not a matter of love.. It's a marvel that the roaring storms with the still rays defy it; star fixed that guides the ships; you measure its height, but you ignore its essence. L'amour ne suit pas le courant éphémère de l'âge, qui défait les couleurs des lèvres et des joues fleuries. L'amour does not follow the flow of the age, which defeats the colours of the lips and the flowery joys.. You are eternal, Love: if that were not my life, I did not feel your ardor, I didn't even know how to understand your wonders.

Sharon Klar

Welcome on my profile, I want to talk to you a little bit about me, outside of my job..

I consider myself a very sociable, friendly and respected person, so I hope to receive the same from you, I don't like rude people, I'll be there to have fun, advise and be a good friend..

I am someone who is deeply interested in sensuality and eroticism in life. I find a particular value in the intimate connection and consider passion as an essential part of existence that deserves to be explored in depth, because it gives us the opportunity to discover new facets of pleasure and closeness.

Despite my penchant for sensuality, I also have a weak secret for ice cream. The flavors and textures of a delicious ice cream onctueuse bring me a real happiness..

Nature makes me really happy and my environment gives me peace and tranquility, I get rid of my problems and return to work recharged and positive.

When we think of relaxation and tranquility, most of us imagine a lush, wet forest, the smell of leaves after the rain, watching the sun set on the top of a mountain, putting our feet in the sand where the only thing we can hear is the sea breeze... The fact of being in a calm environment is already synonymous with well-being.. Cela semble magique, nous avons juste besoin d'un peu de bon oxygène pour entrer dans nos poumons, le silence et le tour is played, the peace is taking possession of us. These natural environments are ideal for re-energising themselves. ». It doesn't have to be a place where you can go to the beach, but the beach is an ideal destination to rest..

On the other hand, the beach is a place I consider comme mon refuge, a space where I find serenity. The sound of waves, the salty breeze and the sand beneath my feet fill me with peace. I like to enjoy simple pleasures such as long promenades, long beaches, sunbathing and swimming in the sea. In addition, the beach offers a magnificent setting for romantic and sensual moments, which makes it a very special place for me..

My favourite pastime is dancing, I like it and amuse myself to the fullest. Watching movies and preparing dinner to spend a day relaxing. Going out on my motorcycle to see small towns is the best I like too much. Listen to the music and sing. It frees me from my problems and does me good..

I identify with cats, they are very tender and independent, I love animals, they are the best friend of the human being.

In short, I am someone who lives his life with passion, who enjoys sweet pleasures and who finds peace on the beach. My life is full of emotions and pleasures, and I am always ready to explore new experiences and make new discoveries on my way.

I like organic conversations, we can talk about sex and your most spicy fantasies, I like to be submissive or dominant. I have many toys to have fun and different outfits, tell me what you have in mind I'm sure we will have an instant connection.

Joy is my most characteristic character trait. I always find reasons to smile and enjoy the little pleasures of life. My laughter is contagious and I like to share moments of joy with those around me. Joy is my way of embracing life and transmitting love and positivity to those around me..

I'm too naughty, I like to moan really loud using my vibrator, I always have the best orgasms, and my pussy gets too creamy and I do the best squirt. I like to moan your name loudly after each vibration, it makes me hot to imagine that you touch me and kiss my whole body.

Do you like lingerie, I have many colors and transparencies, you can ask me to use your favorite, I like to wear heels, latex boots, leather lingerie and harnesses, I like to look good for you, please you with my sensual body, I have garter stockings that adorn my legs.

I love spanking, leave my ass red. I am very daring, I have many instruments to be your submissive number one, gag ball, spanking paddle, anal plug, necklace to be your slave, heels and leather clothes, You have to be a good teacher, I like to obey if you treat me well and if I also feel pleasure, that's why I like that you make me vibrate to please you better, I know you would like to see me as your obedient girl. I like romantic dates, I am passionate about being able to see your face under a dim light, I want you to tell me what you like, what is the reason why you want to be with me, and that we want the night to end soon so that we can later get involved in a hot night full of pleasure.

Take off my clothes slowly while you kiss me, feeling more and more heat in our bodies, I want you to touch me all over while you kiss every inch of my body, say what you want to do with me and I will be willing to give you all the pleasure in the world.

My only rule in the room is that you be respectful, that you know when it's time to speak bravely and when it's time to speak erotically. Since XLove is a big part of my life, I want it to remain a friendly place with nice people who understand why I'm here!

I promise I'll do everything I can to make you happy. Je veux être ton arc-en-ciel après une journée pluieuse, ton soleil après une journée nuageuse, the colour that you see after a grise journée. I'll try to make you happy, smile and even more if you wish. ♪ A lot of kisses and a lot of smiles ♪.

I can be an angel from heaven, the devil from hell, the serious girl or the playwright, the legendary lady or the simply cute girl. The atmosphere and the person with whom I pass the time will make me one of them. Who do you want me to be?

I was born on March 11th and my name is Andrea. I like things calm, calm and quiet, I rarely like things hectic. I prefer always a calm environment to an extraordinaryly moving environment..

My dreams for the future are to be able to live comfortably under my own rules and conditions, to have my place established because I am not a traveling soul, I love the idea of ​​putting down roots and staying in a place to live comfortably with the ones I love. and since I love food and sensuality, I would like to have my own establishments where I can exploit those passions.

Mon quotidien est une aventure intéressante and I'd like to share my time with you. I also like to try something new (especially in a sexual way)). Even if I don't lose hope and I remain positive and open to everyone. I enjoy every moment of my life and I see every day as if it were the last.. Because it's so easy to make this world better simply by giving him a smile that everyone needs.. One day, I hope to make the entire planet happier by visiting every corner and smiling at everyone..

Ma chambre is an amusant endroit où nous pouvons tous passer du temps et profiter l'un de l'autre, alors ne soyez pas impoli avec moi. My room is an amusing place where we can all pass the time and enjoy each other, so don't be impoli with me. If you want to have a true pleasure, press the true private button and pass the best moment of your life. If you like to discuss here, do not be gourmand and respect my time, appreciate me S'il vous plaît, respect me and respect my rules.

My motto is to always say oui ». I love trying something new and I'm very excited to do it in front of amazing crowds.. When you look at me, my pussy is wet.. If you want to help her even more, make her feel good with the help of my interactive toy.. I told you I could be a sale fille! Well, if you feel so excited that you don't want to share this beautiful spectacle with anyone else, then press the private button and enjoy this unique pleasure only with me.. ...

Come share your ghost with me. I can be the girl of your dreams, on a romantic date, full of wine and romance and love and making love, or maybe I can be the naughty secretary who can stay up late after work and relieve you of the stress of a hard day's labor.. Or maybe I'm the bad girl you should discipline and I've given you a lesson.. The private moments are moments to pass alone and to share dreams and ideas.. I can be your fantastic angel.

Mais comme toute fille, I like to make me pleasure with shopping and spa days.. I like to buy clothes and cosmetics to make you feel more beautiful.. Manucures are a pleasure, because I like well-groomed hands.. I like to work out to maintain my figure. You can go to the gym, swim and maybe a yoga class or two, see, I love flowers.. What does the girl do to you? I like to spend time with my friends in the cafes and observe the world.. I like to eat in elegant restaurants with a view on the landscape and intoxicating air..

I propose you among the grapes, the green segments and the roses, my naïve heart that humbles before your goodness; your loving hands do not want to destroy it, your eyes rejoice in my simple gift. In the shadowy garden my body is weary of the morning's auras covered with rosé; like in the peace of a dream I slip beside you the fugitive moment I aspire to rest. When the divine storm is calm in my tempes, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding day, my front sleeping, sounding to the rhythm of your last kisses.

Couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux (I'm covered with my mouth with this extreme mousse, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn). Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou ta fleur suprême lancinante et acérée, pliant sa fureur dans le diadème de l'œillet mordant qui se déchaîne (Rend-me your flower, my love, your salt, your flower is the highest and the most powerful). Oh tight flow, love, oh gorgeous warm snow bubbling through such a narrow and raw cave, to watch how your beautiful neck you glide, my love, and it rains jasmines and stars of saliva!

Oh, as my body blossoms, of all the veins, with more aroma, since I recognized you! Listen, I walk more thinly and more straight, and you wait.. But who are you? I feel how far away, how I lose the old, feuille après feuille. Only your smile remains as many stars about you, and soon me too.. To all that marked my childhood without name, always shines, like water, I'll give your name on the altar, it's on your hair, and surrounded, lightly, by your breasts..

A love beyond love, above the rite of bonding, beyond the sinister game of solitude and companionship. A love that doesn't need a return, but not a game either. A love not mastered by the flashes of coming and going, being awake or asleep, calling or keeping silent. A love to be together Or not to be but also for all intermediate positions. A love like opening your eyes. And maybe also how to close them.

Coule dans ma chemise, perce ma peau, mes parures, et détruis-moi à l'intérieur avec tes lèvres et tes inondations. I'm going to have to go to the bathroom.. Transferer dans mes veines, à mon sang furieux, et augmente mes rivières artérielles et la mousse qui passe sur mon front quand je pense aux hôpitaux I was in the hospital when I was sick and I was in the hospital when I was sick. Become my substance, my saliva, my tears, and let me carry you through these waters and the counterweight of the sparks that leap from my forges.. Encore plus join my destiny, to my trembling horse, and serve my feet dans les étriers, avec tes chaussures de pigeons et des couteaux vivants. Let one person, one gesture, Let our two bodies be connected, and if I kiss you or if you kiss me, let's feel the two tastes of poppy and strawberries goring. Compagnon si uni, that even death cannot separate us, et ça sur are two, dans la tombe, tu te souviens de compléter ma présence et je suis immuable dans ta silhouette. Compagnon if you are united, that even death cannot separate you, et ça sur are two, dans la tombe, tu te souviens de compléter ma présence et je suis immuable dans ta silhouette..

I love you softly, among the shadows of false illusions.. Je t'aime assez pour te lire tous les soirs, comme mon livre préféré, je veux te lire, ligne après ligne, lettre par lettre, space by space. I love you enough to read you every night, like my favorite book, I want to read you, line after line, letter by letter, space by space.. I love you to hold your hand under the sky and show you how much I love you hidden among the stars. I love you on the leaves of autumn, talking of nothing but in the same time of all, in a madness, drinking your tears while I faint on your lips.. I want you to search among the phrases you don't say, among the thoughts you hide, among the complicated paths.. I want to find you and never leave you again. Je t'aime assez pour t'emmener dans mes endroits préférés et te dire que c'est là que je me sens Je te cherche dans le brouillard des regards qui ne sont pas les tiens, mais je te cherche quand même Je t'aime assez pour t'emmener dans mes endroits préférés and tell you that that's where I feel Je te cherche dans le brouillard des regards qui ne sont pas les tiens, but I seek you when même. I love you so that we can become mad with laughter, we can get drunk with nothing and we can walk quietly in the streets, oui, en nous tenant la main, or plutôt en nous tenant la main. Je t'aime assez pour te guérir, et guérir moi, et guérissons ensemble, pour remplacer les blessures par des sourires et des larmes pour les regards, où l'on peut dire plus qu'avec des mots. I love you enough to heal you, and heal me, and heal you together, to replace the wounds with smiles and tears for the eyes, where one can say more than with words.. I love you for the nights where you're missing, I love you enough to listen to your laughter all night and sleep on your chest, sans shadows or ghosts, I love you enough to never let go.. I love you as you love certain amours, à l'ancienne, with my soul and without looking back.. « I want to be in your life by Martin Galas I want to be in your life Plus d'un instant, Quelque chose de plus qu'une ombre Et quelque chose de plus qu'un désir. I want to be, in you, an indelible mark a constant souvenir and a single truth. Palpitez dans vos prières With fear of being abandoned. Be, in all and for all, Complement of yourself. An endless thirst for caresses and kisses, but it's not a custom to be near me.. I want to be in your life a penalty of absence a pain far away and an eternal anxiety. More than a simple image, and something more than a dream that conquers routes, ça vient, ça passe et ça repart. I cry in your eyes, and you are the laugh on your lips. Be the end and the beginning, the darkness and the light, And on earth and in heaven; And in life and death. Be, as in my life, You became yourself.

Oh, how I love you! With the light of day I call upon thy name with passion and sorrow, and when the sky is covered with shadows my soul calls thee ever exalted.. You are the time that guides my hours, you are the idea that comes to my mind, because everything that exists is concentrated in you, my passion, my hope, my poetry.. There is no song that can match your accent or when you tell me your love and your delirium revealing the faith of your contentment; I tremble à ta voix et je tremble si tu me regardes, et j'aimerais rendre mon dernier souffle brûlé dans l'air que vous respirez.

I can't even live in your absence, I can't even see when I see you, this desire for the world is not not more than this consumes my existence.. I am the snow in your presence and a volcano far from you, and you have such power over me, that I doubted when I saw you if it was love or death what I felt in my soul.. How to live in your absence, if I do not deserve hell, this desire is an eternal fire and me, mortal existence? If I have lost the knowledge of time and reason, if life is my prison! What's the agency for? If I no longer have my own heart? If I think to your reason, if I breathe with your breath, yes, your thoughts and my thoughts, I've melted my passion into one, if my heart doubts where I'm staying, if I doubted goodbye between staying and leaving, because I don't know how to define,!.

The flower, the cell, the beautiful leaves, the delicate cup, the one that turns in the morning, are intoxicating perfume.. You who are born in the grass, and you hide always in it, you are the most beautiful image that represents l'amour. Pas à ce ravissement et aveugle who sometimes la lèvre ment, mais au timid, who feels a sensitive heart. To this love that inspires us a being that our soul adores, and yet ignores our passion burning.. But alas, one day he will sell us the fire of a look like his delicate essence. Thanks to her I discover you among the hidden grass, you are my favorite flower image of a tender love.

Oh, this thirst for tenderness that dries my mouth, and that's putting this mad fever in my soul! Oh, this burning desire to feel loved, sans penser à the deep bitterness of life! .. Oh, this endless desire to feel cradled with the sweet caress of a sweet look! .. Oh, this bitter sadness to know that the chardons of my course, I can't transform them into tubers! And wear the whiteness of the lily in your soul! And live with the flame that consumes the candles! And you are a star, you are a bird, you are a perfume, you are a trinité, and you have to cross the route, I don't know!

You have no person to kiss your scarlet lips, nor who shrinks your elastic waist, says your look. You have no one to love you, you have no one to introduce yourself.. Ton regard says that la nuit, seul, tu soupires et dis dans l'ombre chaude les choses terribles. It is the night, alone, your soupires and say in the hot sun, you are terrible... Les choses de l'amour que personne n'a entendu, those that are said to those who love well vers quatre heures. Vers quatre heures du matin, when a little cold invades the chambre and the dawn rises. When I lie down, tired and alone, I think of your big lips, your hair and your black eyes.. ‍

He plays with a hand lighter. You are alone, you are well. Toutes les choses à travers ses yeux All these things are in your eyes. A cardinal is rouge. The sky is blue. Suddenly, you know that he knows you too. It's not there but you know they're enjoying the winter or a lighter spring.. Sa main pour tenir la vôtre, it is too. Too many things to support. You can 't see anything except your eyes because your pulse shouldn 't say it.. When the steel carries you free with a frightening freedom. You are a moitié belle d'une blessure dorée. Recupérez et codaz votre boîte to speak, to whisper. Oh when your grandfather is a certain death! Oh when you express it is hypnotiser, pour la voir, the Colonne d'Or, dans les plus courants.

Nous, peu habitués au courage exilés du plaisir crouched in the shell of solitude until l'amour descends from its temple sacré et apparaît sous nos yeux pour nous libérer de la vie. l'amour vient et l'extase arrive dans leur train old souvenirs of joy old stories of pain. And if we are bold, love begins for our souls the chains of fear.. In the heat of the light of love we abandon our timidity we dare to be brave and suddenly we see this love that we cost everything that we are and everything that we can be. And yet it is love that sets us free. 5. L'amour existe, by Cristina Peri Rossi L'amour exists comme un feu brûler dans sa beauté toute la laideur du monde L'amour exists like a fire burning in the beauty of the world. Love exists as a gift from the blessed goddess to those who love beauty and multiply it, like the breads and the fishes.. Love exists as a gift only for those who wish to resign to all other gifts.. Love exists to inhabit the world as if it were a paradise.. Love exists for the clock to explode long becomes short and short and infinite and beauty erases the ugliness of the world..

It's love. I'll have to hide or run. The walls of his prison grow, like a horrible dream.. Le beau masque a changé, mais comme toujours c'est le seul. The beautiful masque is changed, but as always it is the only one.. A quoi me serviront mes talismans: The exercise of letters, the vague erudition, the apprenticeship of the words which the rude Nord used to sing his seas and his swords, the serenity of friendship, the galleries of the library, the common things, the habits, the young love of my mother, the military shadow of my dead, the timeless night, What is it? >To be with you or not to be with you is the measure of my time. Now the crutch breaks on the fountain, now the man raises the voice of the bird, those who look out the windows are already astonished, but the shadow has not brought peace.. It's, I know, l'amour: the anxiety and the relief of hearing your voice, the expectation and the memory, the horror of living in the future.. C'est l'amour avec ses mythologies, with his useless little magic. There's a coin I dare not cross. From now on the armies are closing in, the hordes. (This piece is unreal; she hasn't seen it. The name of a woman betrays me.. Une femme me fait mal sur tout le corps is a woman who makes me sick..

Sometimes, when we fall in love with trees, we see the strength of their branches and the sweetness of their fruit.. It happens also, sometimes, that the tree that we love becomes a man and we love his ideas his lips your heart your arms or his sex.). And it comes later, sometimes, that the tree we love is so near, it's incredibly frightening. Il arrive alors, parfois, qu'on ne sait pas I close my eyes and hide or contemplate l'arbre-homme-soleil until he becomes blind.

from what the Big Bang loved the universe like a worm was all I needed to write the history of space and time and everything counts (and everything more importantly) as our love and I don't know if it was the case born of an atom or Adam I only know that when we met a big bang shook my ribs like an atomic bomb stronger than the first heartbeat so high that I covered my ears and pressed my chest and I closed my eyes but your voice I transformed my darkness at dawn and in my eyes They opened up even more each time word and maybe you asked me if I felt well, or maybe you told me your name but all I heard say "let it be done" light".