... He had a century and a half away, possibly two, and was not, or at least one felt that the places they passed, perhaps I stayed in one place while everything was moving at a pace that every time a new image flashed across my brain was a time I never knew decipher.
And loneliness of my footsteps, clarified a full day, a complete idea, a dream a more concrete and perfect.
Sure
afterthought. I knew and sensed there was something near me, that smell was reflecting on what I considered images. Something that took me from the first step and it was not me. Suddenly everything
focused. Time stopped, and my sync mishap was speechless, leaving me ready for what I prepared the first end, that moment when I started this way.
chest that the heart beat faster, and involuntary spasm that my entire body is attracted towards a new direction. And in my soul that reaction was involved, and pressed me, invited me, encouraged me, guided me.
Up that pushes me into the presence of whom he had seen before.
My eyes tear a cataclysm emanating pieces of my soul that hovered around his body. He turned his body
air and gave me back giving me their shoulders. Then I deposited in my hands they emptied flow of memories and truths into the fabric of his back. And for the first time, so wild that figure was not afraid of my sincerity and was not afraid to your wishes.
flames from my hands crossed its air tempering our connection, his humble hands rested on my own skin, pores inoculated beauty.
Then his pulse my pulse was joined by Finally, in the ALANCING of our special natures. Sensually turned his universe. And when understood in silence the dynamics of the event, we kiss, so innocent, that there was nothing else to say.
"And it was part of it
staging
conjugated subtleties of innocent love of two plants.
Someone has to know how many shooting stars were opened
but no more than a single point of two souls knew
This means creating a universe, nature
give life, give
evolution of sincerity and innocence
love.
two streams is rubbed into a vortex of whispering, hugging
desperate
of breaths of a song without declaring
sweat more than the lure of caresses
eye.
awoke the day,
another meaning behind the dream,
another reason for the ideas,
with a new opinion of himself,
with a new syntax for its candor. "
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