We miss the time. It is close to never lie, feelings heart full of love and words muffled mouth full. So it feels smeared, nausea unclear, an overflow that would end up vomiting. We hate to throw yet. It seems that we will die, the intestines of love upside down in the bowl, a magma flottouillant sentimental silliness. But nothing comes. So we missed.
My mother moose clumsy, uncoordinated effusions that leave me banned and ice. His arms m'enlacent as they did not know how, still a bit rigid members that surprise my shoulders. Abandonment does not happen, I stay right, dominating his head, enclosed in thin wings. I patted his back to shorten the grip, or brand of pressure with my hand on my thin skin joining the forced embrace. I am ashamed. I would like to cuddle. I would become a soft Turkish delight. But languor was never part of our relationship. It comes at a time when I miss it more. Late. A setback.
The days of drama have left our bodies apart, as if frozen by frost, incapable of any impulse toward one another. Misfortune could free our arms as he freed our tears, he could have broken our silence respective domes. The misfortune has left us and the other one away on our sas security transparent, so remote, so alone.
My mother moose clumsy, uncoordinated effusions that leave me banned and ice. His arms m'enlacent as they did not know how, still a bit rigid members that surprise my shoulders. Abandonment does not happen, I stay right, dominating his head, enclosed in thin wings. I patted his back to shorten the grip, or brand of pressure with my hand on my thin skin joining the forced embrace. I am ashamed. I would like to cuddle. I would become a soft Turkish delight. But languor was never part of our relationship. It comes at a time when I miss it more. Late. A setback.
The days of drama have left our bodies apart, as if frozen by frost, incapable of any impulse toward one another. Misfortune could free our arms as he freed our tears, he could have broken our silence respective domes. The misfortune has left us and the other one away on our sas security transparent, so remote, so alone.
As for the happy days, they gave rise to furtive kisses in effusions fragile, but our members are unable to express joy or pride, bogged down by lack of spontaneity, held by too much self-control.
It was missed, we miss, we do find more I think.
My mother carnal solitude is like a bubble tight impenetrable.
So I conjugate verbs: eat, kiss, embrace, support, câliner, caresser, se frotter, soigner, laver, serrer... Je conjugue à l'infini et au présent. En espérant n'oublier aucun temps.
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