Love Melody of Love 
Good morning day, the sun is out today, its light filtering through the curtains of my window, it illuminates my room passing a gentle warmth, and today just wake up to stretch out his arms as "stretching" a while, and then bring my hand on his lips and blows a kiss, the send to life, love, my love. Yes, a kiss on his lips as he pleases, just wake up in the morning when the overflow lip, and he caresses her face returning my kiss. But small gestures that fill my heart, I live day beautiful, my love is with me, just for me. He is so sweet, cute, I would always be near if we make love with such intensity, passion, often our quiver as we find it becomes entwined in tremor, this is the impetus of intercourse. Our moans seem ... a melody of love. Our bodies merge into one another, as to want to merge with each other not to loose more. I love the way he stroked when he slides the infusing his hands on my body chills that make me wince, as if to make me short of breath, makes me mad when her lips touch my nipples and dwell on them, as to want to drink of me, or when, after love, tired but happy, soles rest his face on my breast and close your eyes and I stroked his face looked like a sleeping child in the womb of his Blessed Mother. Our Night of Love begins with a kiss and ends with a kiss. I never made promises, you know that love can not play in three, but he did not ask me much, just takes a little bit of love from me, does everything to make me happy, it becomes for me a poet in love: in the morning I always leave some Beautiful words, sweet as him, "I can not imagine without you, you're like the sun that warms me, and I lit my life." They seem to just words, but life, light, air, that make you live and make you love life you do love love. You're my sweet thought in my life that seems like a boat adrift at sea during a storm, you're like a beacon of light that is visible in the night during the storm. Six, six ... you! A kiss on your lips.
Good morning day, the sun is out today, its light filtering through the curtains of my window, it illuminates my room passing a gentle warmth, and today just wake up to stretch out his arms as "stretching" a while, and then bring my hand on his lips and blows a kiss, the send to life, love, my love. Yes, a kiss on his lips as he pleases, just wake up in the morning when the overflow lip, and he caresses her face returning my kiss. But small gestures that fill my heart, I live day beautiful, my love is with me, just for me. He is so sweet, cute, I would always be near if we make love with such intensity, passion, often our quiver as we find it becomes entwined in tremor, this is the impetus of intercourse. Our moans seem ... a melody of love. Our bodies merge into one another, as to want to merge with each other not to loose more. I love the way he stroked when he slides the infusing his hands on my body chills that make me wince, as if to make me short of breath, makes me mad when her lips touch my nipples and dwell on them, as to want to drink of me, or when, after love, tired but happy, soles rest his face on my breast and close your eyes and I stroked his face looked like a sleeping child in the womb of his Blessed Mother. Our Night of Love begins with a kiss and ends with a kiss. I never made promises, you know that love can not play in three, but he did not ask me much, just takes a little bit of love from me, does everything to make me happy, it becomes for me a poet in love: in the morning I always leave some Beautiful words, sweet as him, "I can not imagine without you, you're like the sun that warms me, and I lit my life." They seem to just words, but life, light, air, that make you live and make you love life you do love love. You're my sweet thought in my life that seems like a boat adrift at sea during a storm, you're like a beacon of light that is visible in the night during the storm. Six, six ... you! A kiss on your lips. 
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