ZianaMorris

Dans les doux replis de la nuit, où les étoiles se bercent et où la lune déverse are liquid money on the world, ziana surgit, enchanting museum enveloppée of courbes which awaken the senses and enflamment the passion by its simple presence

I love you... And your moves the time of my life without hours. I love you in the pale streams that travel in the night, and never end chasing the stars to the sea.. Je t'aime ce matin Detached from the flight of centuries who went are bateau blanc vers l'eau sans vagues where ta voix et ma chanson nageaient tristement. I love you in the pain without tears that sleep accumulated so many nights in the sky invested in my pupils to look at you cosmic, in the voice mined by my noise of centuries that collapse. I love you. In the reflective sleeplessness where my spirit has returned in the birds. I love you... Mon amour s'échappe légèrement des expressions et des itinéraires, et il brise les ombres et atteint ton image du point innocent où je suis herbe et trille My love is slightly escaping from the expressions and the routes, and the breeze from the shadows and reaches your image of the innocent point where I am herb and trille

Love of my reins, dead alive, I wait in vain your word écrit et je pense, avec la fleur qui se fane, that if je vis sans moi, je veux te perdre.. The air is immortal. The stone is inert He doesn't know man and he doesn't avoid him. The heart inside doesn't need the honey I've seen in the moon. But I suffered. I've torn my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. so fill my madness with words or let me live in my serenity night of the soul always gloomy

her silhouette, a testimony of feminine exuberance, glides with grace and confidence on the stage of the universe, each movement being a celestial dance that invites admiration and respect. its curves, like gentle hills bathed in the light of dawn, are a masterpiece of nature, a divine gift that hypnotize and seduce those who have the privilege to contemplate them

My love is in a light, tenue, among the apple trees, where the lively breezes last the longest. There, where the cheerful breezes dwell to court the first leaves on their passage, my love goes slowly, leaning towards its shadow that rests in the grass. And where the sky is a clear blue cup on the smiling earth, my love, slowly march,

I know a hymn giant and strange that announces an dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are of this hymn. I would like to write to you about the man who used a rebellious and mean language, with words that were in the same time, with sights and laughter, colours and notes.. But it is in vain to fight, there is no chiffre capable of nursing him; et juste, oh, magnifique! Yes, I've got you in my hands, I could, à ton oreille, sing you alone

Ziana's sensuality resides not only in her voluptuous forms, but in her way of moving with an innate elegance, as if every movement were choreographed by love itself. Every curve, every fold of his skin is a poem of desire that murmurs secrets to the wind and awakens deep aspirations in the hearts of those who behold it.

My love is in a light, tenue, among the apple trees, where the lively breezes last the longest. There, where the cheerful breezes dwell to court the first leaves on their passage, my love goes slowly, leaning towards its shadow that rests in the grass. And where the sky is a clear blue cup on the smiling earth, my love, slowly march,

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,

His smile, radiant as the sun at its zenith, illumines the world around him and awakens a burning passion in the hearts of those who have the privilege of witnessing its beauty. A universe of emotions is reflected in his dancing eyes, an abyss of passion and mystery that invites to explore with devotion and tenderness.

Tu ne sais pas à quel point j'ai besoin de ta voix; J'ai besoin de ton look ces mots qui m'ont toujours rempli, J'ai besoin de ta paix intérieure; J'ai besoin de la lumière de tes lèvres!! Je ne peux pas continuer comme ça! !. Je ne peux plus mon esprit ne veut pas penser Il ne peut penser à rien d'autre qu'à toi. I need the flower of your hands this patience of all your actions with this justice that inspires me for what has always been my spine my source of life is dried with the force of l'oubli.. I burned it; what I needed, I found it already, but it's still there! I'm not! I miss you encore! I'm not!

All the intrigues of my life are something of yours And this is really nothing extraordinary. You know him as objectively as I do.. However, there's something I'd like to clarify for you, when I say all the intrigues, I don't make only reference to this now, to wait for you and hallelujah to find you, and to lose you, and to find you, and I hope nothing more.. I don't mean to say that your dis suddenly, I'll cry. And me, with a discreet ball in my throat, I cry. And that a beautiful being invisible protects us and it's possible for that that the sun rises all at once. I don't mean just day after day, increasing the stock of our small and decisive complicities, or that I can or believe I can turn my setbacks into victories, or offer me the tender gift of your last disappointment

Ziana's sensuality is a journey of discovery, a path that invites you to lose yourself in the sinuosity of its curves and find joy in every corner of your being. Her caresses are like soft silk caresses, her kisses like the nectar of the gods, each gesture is a promise of pleasure and ecstasy

The femme qui a de beaux pieds ne peut jamais être laid the douceur rehausse généralement sa beauté pour les petits mollets et cuisses s'attarder dans le pubis cela a toujours été au-delà de tout canon entoure le nom comme une de ces cloches qui s'ils subissent des pressions, ils jouent pour Elisa, you're asking for a good-looking nipple. Spread your lips without speaking saliva.

The choice is much more serious. When I say all the intrigues I mean that in addition to this sweet cataclysm, you rewrite also my childhood, cet âge où on dit des choses adultes et solennelles et les adultes solennels les célèbrent, et vous, par contre, savez que ça ne marche pas. I mean, you reconstruct my adolescence, this time where I was an old man full of worries, and you know how to extract from this vague terrain, my germ of joy and the roses in looking at him.. Je veux dire tu secoues ma jeunesse, cette cruche que personne n'a jamais prise dans ses mains, cette ombre que personne n'approchait de son ombre, et toi, par contre, tu sais comment le secouer jusqu'à ce que les feuilles sèches commencent à tomber, et le tissu de ma vérité reste sans exploits. I mean, you know how to shake my youth, this crutch that nobody has ever taken in his hands, this shadow that nobody has ever come near his shadow, and you, par contre, you know how to shake it until the dry leaves begin to fall, and the web of my truth remains without exploits.. I mean, you accept my maturity this mixture of stupeur and experience, this strange confinement of anguish and snow, this candle that illuminates death, this precipice of poor life.

In the sanctuary of his body, time stops and the world fades, leaving no room for delight and passion. In every court, in every soupir, the very essence of love is hidden, a powerful force that unites lovers in an eternal and sublime embrace.

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like a stranger and I make you a cour ceremonieuse et chaleureuse. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And as we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I feel a frisson

I sing what you loved, my life, in case you approached and listened, my life, in case you remembered the world in which you lived, Au crépuscule je chante, mon ombre. I don't want to be silent, my life. How will you find me without my loyal cri? What sign, who says, ma vie? I am the same who was yours, my life. ♪ Not slow, not disturbed, not lost ♪. Come to the tomb of the night, my life; come in me souvenant d'une chanson, of my life, If you recognize the chanson comme apprise et si tu te souviens encore de mon nom. I'll wait for you without delay.. Fear not the night, the fog or the rain. Come with or without sentier. Call me where you are, my soul, and march straight to me, my friend.

Thus, Ziana, with her intoxicating sensuality and her unprecedented beauty, is more than a mere mortal; she is a goddess incarnate, a muse who inspires the deepest desires and awakens the senses by her mere presence. Dans ses courbes se cachent les plaisirs les plus exquis de l'univers, a treasure that only the courageous and the lucky can fully explore and appreciate.

Quel contact souriant de tes yeux, léger comme des colombes effrayées sur le rivage de l'eau! À quelle vitesse le contact de tes yeux avec mon regard! Who is it? Est-ce important! Malgré toi, il y a un petit mot dans tes yeux énigmatique Je ne veux pas le savoir. Tu me plais me regardant de côté, caché, effrayé. Donc je peux penser que tu fuis quelque chose, de ma part ou de toi, de rien, de ces tentations qu'ils disent poursuivre à la femme mariée

The day where you love me will have more light than June; the night where you love me will be the full moon, with notes of Beethoven vibrant to every ray ses choses ineffables, and there will be more roses together that pendant tout le mois de mai.. ♪ The crystal springs they'll descend the tracks ♪ ♪ The crystal springs they'll descend ♪. The day you love me, the buissons cachés des arpèges jamais entendues auparavant will resonate. The ecstasy of your eyes, every spring What it was and what it was and what it will be in the world will be when you love me. Holding hands like little blonde sisters, wearing their own garlands, the daisies will go through the mountains and the prairies, before you pass, the day you love me... And if you take one of his leaves, he'll tell you at what point she's innocent.. The last petal white: Passionnément! At the dawn of the day you love me, All the trefles will be four threatening leaves, and in the pond, a nest of unknown germs, the mystical corollas of the lotus will bloom. The day you love me, there will be every cloud magnificent wing; every tree, mirage of A Thousand and one nights ; every breeze is a song, every tree a lyre, every mountain an altar. The day you love me, for us both The beatitude of God will be in a single kiss

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like a stranger and I make you a cour ceremonieuse et chaleureuse. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And as we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I feel a frisson.)

I love you when you're silent, when you're like absent, and you hear me from afar, and my voice doesn't touch you.. It seems like your eyes have gone and it seems like a kiss closes your mouth. as everything is filled with my soul you come out of things, full of my soul. dream butterfly, you look like my soul, and you look like the word melancholy. I love you when you're silent and distant. and you're like a butterfly that complains, that rocks. And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you:. let me also speak to you with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. you are like the night, calm and starry. your silence comes from the stars, so far and so simple. I love you when you're silent because you're like absent. distant and painful as if you were dead. a word therefore, a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that it's not true

couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême et extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux. I'm going to have to go to the bathroom, and I'm going to have to go to the bathroom.. 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 beautiful hot snow bubbling through a cave so narrow and raw, to watch how your beautiful neck you slide, my love, and it's raining

Your hands are my caress, my everyday chords I love you because your hands work for justice If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're so much more than two, your eyes are my charm against the bad day, I love you for your look that looks and sows the future, your mouth that's yours and To me your mouth is not wrong I love you because your mouth knows how to cry rebellion If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're much more than two, and for your sincere face and your wandering step And your tears for the world because you're a people, I love you and because love is not a halo or a frank morality and because we are a couple who know that she is not alone I want you in my paradise That is to say that in my country people live happily even if you don't have permission If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're fine Only two left

couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême et extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux. I'm going to have to go to the bathroom, and I'm going to have to go to the bathroom.. 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 beautiful hot snow bubbling through a cave so narrow and raw, to watch how your beautiful neck you slide, my love, and it's raining

Madame, l'amour est violent, and when ça nous transfigure ça nous éclaire you thought the madness. Ne demande pas la paix dans mes bras qu'ils font emprisonner le vôtre: my câlins sont comme la guerre et mes baisers sont comme du feu; and it would be a vain attempt to haunt my esprit if my thoughts were to ignite the folly. My spirit is clear from the flames of love, Madame, like the magazine of the day or the palace of dawn.. and the fragrance of your ointment my fortune pursues you, and my thoughts light up the madness. Ma joie ton palais de riches concepts en nid d'abeille, comme dans le chant sacré: Mel and lake are under your tongue. the delight of your breath in such a beautiful glass it rush, and my thoughts light up the madness

My slave, you fear me.. Love me. My slavery is with thee the most vast couch of sunshine in my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star.. When they're away from you, my pas come back to me. My own fouet is falling on my life. You are what is in me and who is far. Fuyant comme a chœur de brumes chassées is a song that is sung by the brutes.. Next to me, but wherein, what is far. And quoi, étant loin sous mes pieds, march away from me. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what grows in my soul like the mousse in the ruins

'Cause I've got you and I'm not 'Cause I'm thinking of you 'Cause the night is open 'Cause the night goes by And I say love 'Cause you've come to get your image back And you're better than all your images 'Cause you're beautiful from the feet to the soul 'Cause you're good from the soul to me 'Cause you're softly hiding in the little and small pride Sweet Heart Shell 'Cause you belong to me 'cause you're not mine 'Cause I'm looking at you and I'm dying And worse than my death if I don't look at you, my love If I don't look at you 'Cause you still exist everywhere but you exist better where I love you 'Cause your mouth is blood and you're cold I have to love you my love I have to love you even if this wound is like two even if I'm looking for you and don't find you and even though the night goes by and I have you and not

I love you when you're silent, when you're like absent, and you hear me from afar, and my voice doesn't touch you.. It seems like your eyes have gone and it seems like a kiss closes your mouth. as everything is filled with my soul you come out of things, full of my soul. dream butterfly, you look like my soul, and you look like the word melancholy. I love you when you're silent and distant. and you're like a butterfly that complains, that rocks. And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you:. let me also speak to you with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. you are like the night, calm and starry. your silence comes from the stars, so far and so simple. I love you when you're silent because you're like absent. distant and painful as if you were dead. a word therefore, a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that it's not true

Your hands are my caress, my everyday chords I love you because your hands work for justice If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're so much more than two, your eyes are my charm against the bad day, I love you for your look that looks and sows the future, your mouth that's yours and To me your mouth is not wrong I love you because your mouth knows how to cry rebellion If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're much more than two, and for your sincere face and your wandering step And your tears for the world because you're a people, I love you and because love is not a halo or a frank morality and because we are a couple who know that she is not alone I want you in my paradise That is to say that in my country people live happily even if you don't have permission If I love you, it's because you are, my love, my accomplice and all, and in the street, side by side We're fine Only two left

'Cause I've got you and I'm not 'Cause I'm thinking of you 'Cause the night is open 'Cause the night goes by And I say love 'Cause you've come to get your image back And you're better than all your images 'Cause you're beautiful from the feet to the soul 'Cause you're good from the soul to me 'Cause you're softly hiding in the little and small pride Sweet Heart Shell 'Cause you belong to me 'cause you're not mine 'Cause I'm looking at you and I'm dying And worse than my death if I don't look at you, my love If I don't look at you 'Cause you still exist everywhere but you exist better where I love you 'Cause your mouth is blood and you're cold I have to love you my love I have to love you even if this wound is like two even if I'm looking for you and don't find you and even though the night goes by and I have you and not

A body, a body, a body a body like a day turned upside down and the night devoured; the light of a few hairs that never appease the shadow of my contact; a throat, a belly that rises like the sea that lights up when it touches the front of the dawn; a few ankles, ponts d'été; night scissors who flow in the music to see you in the afternoon; une poitrine qui monte et balayez l'écume; a cou, just a cou, just quelques mains, quelques mots lents qui descendent comme du sable tombé dans un autre sable.. This thing that escapes me, the water and the dark delight, the sea that is born or dying; these lips and these teeth, these hungry eyes, they strip me of myself and its furious grace lifts me to the still heavens where the instant vibrates; the peak of kisses, the fullness of the world and its forms

If the emerald came to shake, if the gold lost its colour, then our love would be over.. If the sun did not warm me, if the moon did not exist, then I would not have lived on this earth, because it would have no meaning to live without my life, the woman of my dreams, the one who gives me joy... If the world did not turn or time did not exist, then I would never die... But le temps n'est pas nécessaire notre amour est éternel we have no need of the sun of the moon or of the stars continue to love.. If life were different and death arrived then I'd love you today tomorrow.. for ever and ever.. Eva kisses your pussy

Come closer to my chest, sink into my shirt, pierce my skin, my ornaments, and destroy me inside with your lips and your floods. 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.

Madame, l'amour est violent, and when ça nous transfigure ça nous éclaire you thought the madness. Ne demande pas la paix dans mes bras qu'ils font emprisonner le vôtre: my câlins sont comme la guerre et mes baisers sont comme du feu; and it would be a vain attempt to haunt my esprit if my thoughts were to ignite the folly. My spirit is clear from the flames of love, Madame, like the magazine of the day or the palace of dawn.. And the perfume of thy pomade, my fortune pursueth thee, and it exciteth my thoughts to folly.. Ma joie ton palais de riches concepts en nid d'abeille, comme dans le chant sacré: Mel and lake are under your tongue. He delights in your souffle in a si beau verre he rushes, and it excites my thoughts the madness

My sweet piece of almond alfajor my woodpecker feathered snake hummingbird pecking my flower drinking my honey sipping my sugar touching the earth the anthurium the cave the mansion of the sunsets thunder of the seas sailing ship legion of birds low-rise gull loquat palm tree being born beaches on my legs tall coconut tree trembling obelisk of my doom totem of my taboos laurel weeping willow foam against my skin spring rain waterfall in my channel jealousy of my walks light from your eyes breeze on my breasts playful deer from my honeysuckle and moss jungle sentinel of my laughter, guardian of the heartbeats castanet cowbell joy of my pink sky of woman's flesh, my man, you are the only talisman spell of my desert petals I came again fill me hit me against your port of hoarse waves Fill me with your white tenderness, silence my screams leave me scattered woman

Bells sounds sirens wailing I loose the reins galloping laughing I put the walls out of play the dikes fall to pieces green jump hope the blue sky sonorous horizons that open winds to let me pass: «Make way for the woman who did not fear the tides of love nor the hurricanes of contempt" She beat the old wine, the red, the white. The grapes came out with their soft skin. roundness of your fingers you rained on me you wash away sadness you rebuild lighthouses libraries of old books with beautiful pictures Give me back the funny cat Alice the rabbit the mad hat snow white dwarves the mud between the fingers the breath of childhood you are in the spark in the window from where the spinning top tree is born, little cups, I love you, I touch you I discover you horse cat firefly pipilacha naked man diaphanous drum trumpet I make music I dance I click my heels I get naked I wrap you around you wrap me kisses kisses silence dream

Only when you love me I drop this polished mask and my smile is mine and the moon the moon and these same trees From now on this sky this light presences that open to the point of vertigo and they have just been born and they are eternal and your eyes too are born with them I'm so glad to see you, and I'm so glad to see you when you call me. Only when I love you I know it doesn't end in me what is life transit and that death is transit and time a burning carbuncle without yesterdays spent no future

It was a lightning strike.. They are both convinced that a sudden feeling has brought them closer. This security is beautiful, but insecurity is more beautiful. They imagine that since they didn't know each other before nothing had happened between them. But what about the streets, the stairs, the corridors where they might have crossed a long time ago? I would like to ask you if you don't remember -maybe a face-to-face meeting always in a revolving door, or a "I'm sorry" or the sound of "you made a mistake" on the phone-, but I know your answer. They don't remember. They would be surprised to know that it's been a long time since chance plays with them, a coincidence not quite prepared to become your destiny, which brought them closer and further apart, which made you an obstacle and a challenge, and that you haven't been able to stop laughing.. There were signs, signals, but what if they were not understandable. Didn't he float a sheet from one shoulder to the other three years ago or even last Tuesday? There was something lost and found. Who knows if a bullet in the bushes of childhood. There were door handles and doorbells in which one touch it overcame another touch. Suitcases side by side, in a slogan. Maybe one certain night, the same dream disappeared immediately after waking up. any principle It's nothing but a continuation, and the book of events It's always open halfway

We have not met, we have not sought each other in the orchards with an apple among the murmurs of silk in the churches We were always in each other in the double-sided divine body in the medieval paintings of the museum basements and on the photos of our innocent parents like paper We -masters of the crossing- we just stood in front of each other and in the mirrors of the skin we reflect whole The world has gone away in silence and the finger on the lips the forests have taken root in the ground cities guided by smell places found where men have built them infinitely Rivers entered the seas like trains into stations elusive mountains frozen in caves If I'm a mountain you're a cave in me place in the mountains where there's no mountain place in me where I'm not

The choice is much more serious. When I say all the intrigues I mean that in addition to this sweet cataclysm, you rewrite also my childhood, cet âge où on dit des choses adultes et solennelles et les adultes solennels les célèbrent, et vous, par contre, savez que ça ne marche pas. I mean, you reconstruct my adolescence, this time where I was an old man full of worries, and you know how to extract from this vague terrain, my germ of joy and the roses in looking at him.. Je veux dire tu secoues ma jeunesse, cette cruche que personne n'a jamais prise dans ses mains, cette ombre que personne n'approchait de son ombre, et toi, par contre, tu sais comment le secouer jusqu'à ce que les feuilles sèches commencent à tomber, et le tissu de ma vérité reste sans exploits. I mean, you know how to shake my youth, this crutch that nobody has ever taken in his hands, this shadow that nobody has ever come near his shadow, and you, par contre, you know how to shake it until the dry leaves begin to fall, and the web of my truth remains without exploits.. I mean, you accept my maturity this mixture of stupeur and experience, this strange confinement of anguish and snow, this candle that illuminates death, this precipice of poor life.. Comme vous le voyez, c'est plus grave, Beaucoup plus sérieux, Parce qu'avec ces mots et d'autres, Je veux dire que tu n'es pas si seul, la chère fille que tu es, mais aussi les femmes splendides ou prudentes what I wanted or what I want