[Pierre Wattebled]

Kiss you infinitely.

Kiss you infinitely to lose the spirit

Light the fire of desire in the flames of your night

You love intensively up to make the soul

In its small dead which indicate women.

I think all this that I would like to offer you

The merger of our body at the top of the pleasure

You are my addiction: I don’t watch that

The day and time when your heart it will be decided.

This is months that you spend, then you you practicing;

I would like you to know that I live in the face;

Before my ice I prepare you smiling

Imagine that I might be able to seduce you.

If love is, it will give us an appointment

Maybe the chance will be with us?

Did they grow dice this first look

At our lips is intoxicating the precious nectar.

Pierre WATTEBLED – November 14, 2011.

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