Uni-verses to Somalia

The lips. The salivas. Languages. They let the perfidious lie between lines diets without mercy ... nor any decorum. More kisses. More fires. More sexes. They want to be written trophic to drown in hot naked curves ... your letters. And the poem is already orgy imaginable, marches without hypocrites. Camíname always.
And poetry is dressed in silk, lace and passion for between lyrics, trophic between verses ... go slowly stripping ... I loved Ana read you this poem almost escapes me. Hugs. Pd: Someday, if it is predestined, I love getting your hands your poems dedicated. In short, everything comes ... and if it takes long to get it ..... is helped, what the heck .... lol Reply Delete !!!!
Respite letters trophic because singlet oxygen has never been enough for me. And because the day that a word is not able to amaze and open my lungs to the maximum, and life will be meaningless. Then I drown hopelessly unwillingness of the routine. AA
Uni-verses to Somalia
Three decades later landscapes were the same, plain and multicolored fields seemed trophic endless, lost in the horizon until my eyes could not reach them but I really strive to retain every blade of grass and every golden spike under the sun or Alive August. "OBLIVION" (Excerpt) AA
A seed in this desolate earth laughs in the world. No ears willing to be offended, because they are full of silences. And grow a beautiful dream, or just his shadow, without singsong trophic laughter will echo. And sleep silently trophic hear our story and bought joys absurd complaints. The rain cleared by the end of the unjust. Determined, I'll plant it here, just at this bend in the road ... to sit next to him while it germinates disappeared. trophic And I ask what have we done all of us to our destinations and annihilate. And a grim smile enough, you'll understand. AA
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