Half are not. So what is it? Fear put me in your heart or a persistent distrust of female friendship? You do not know. I understand you. I believe that it is so. Are you afraid. Afraid to be deceived, and finally shut. So you want to love, and just afraid to open their hearts. Sometimes it is raging passion, but often it is cold as ice. What is this? You think that love is when ready to go to the edge of light and do the sake of Rights anything? Madly jealous and worried, even when the person next to you? And you never occur to that love is different? Sometimes charming, beautiful, sometimes-painfully cruel: Are you not think about it?

Are you afraid. Afraid of the feelings again. You do not believe me. Once upon a time, long ago a sage said: "The feeling of not lie, cheat judgement." Can you imagine is to look at the heart? Get look every corner, browse each, hidden from the surrounding maze. It is easier than you would, I suppose. Rather, pour memories. Sad and pleasant, tender and passionate, constraints, and vice versa, forcing relax. All of this will be. Help yourself, try to live today. Let твои fine not sat at the feet of the old paths. Pliiz not primeryay my old dressing ex-girlfriend. We are all different. There was the same way. Do you believe me? Yes? No? Trust? Hardly.

Hundreds and thousands of times, I say to you. Ver 'me. Millions of times, I will ask them. Stoya beg on their knees: Puxty It seems I knock at the door closed. The Kid, please let this be for you just now, not yesterday and not tomorrow. Let people around you just smiles. Zvonko rassmeysya, if you think of something amusing. Pogrusti if pour memories. Sing me a song for the night, I had never heard of this. Tell me, what is life. Maybe I will be enjoyed? Show me the love: I know her so little.

Whether itself. Not menyaysya who would not want this. Be sincere, gentle, to the best of stervoznoy girlfriend. Let all remains the same. Are you one of which want to be. Pass, and at times quick, passionate and tender, which is able to love and hate. Are you - are you. And even if they like you for what you are.

In 25 seems to lie in the ground. Apparently, I gave a small term. So let me be with you just toboy.A silence .. You can not answer, you will not learn. You are not a number. For some people, and you are now the only favorite ... But not for me. Just in my memory forever remain твои on pure childish eyes, luchisto-enigmatic smile, reducing me mad. Your laughter will sound sincere in my heart till the last breath. I preserve a piece of you in your soul. Let this Tux my recent минутки.Не know how much I have to wait for you, my ... You unwind, as you walk behind me on Fri. Not tomi, take me, do not let me beg. Zaberi me. I have nothing more to look here.

What was looking for - not found. What is - lost. You need to taunt me, you like to brutalise and enjoy my expectation. Well, please veteran me that you face. Let it all end quickly. Term of my not come? Well, at least tell me how many more guarded soul? Molchish "The black glass armor thy ... me."

Maybe you something from me unwind? I do not know, I suggest. I will do everything in order that you took me with them. I ask. Nobody will ask only you. Do you want to stand on my knees? More! Not quiet. "Save my shadow." Good words ... I admit it probably will. Save my shadow, baby, let it always will cherish you. If you are in a difficult, simply Close eyes .. Do you see me? I smile, I see you, and I will help tebe. Prosti farewell.

I love you. I love you palchikov feet from the tips to your long blond hair. I love thee to do massage, touching only bumped to the back of thy smooth podragivayuschimi fingers. I love when you weasel of these vzdragivaesh and pokryvaeshsya murashkami. I know at this point you want me, you want us to even for a moment are one. I love you - his first man, his inspiration and joy, their pain and fear, their tears and their happy laughter gruffish after a quiet ohnesh you under my lips, and the able hands Sometimes at night I wake up and look out the window, and then to you. Over the moon window, and the cold wind blows. In our warm and comfortable bed, you lie in it, my tired treasure. Glazhu tvoja person, your hair, razmetavshiesya on pillow, I see how you sleep through smiling when I cautiously and gently, as if roses, generally lips.

Now I want so much to remember that it was between us, everything that I want to remain in the memory forever. It is now, when you sit at work in another room, and I am in the empty office of the monitor to listen to music. I recall to you, many of our evenings and nights. As we dip in the bath together, as you pink sponge namylivaesh me, tenderly touching the inside of the nipple, which is why suddenly harden, tresh back, and I vygibayus under thy such firm, while such a soft hand. Then you always opuskaeshsya in front of me on his knees to wash my stomach, inner surface of the hips, pink kolenochki, ankles, feet ... And when you podnimaesh to me their dark eyes in long eyelashes, I always hear tvoja armchair "love".

Often, when you shower principal, I visit to the bathroom, sit by and watch as you kupaeshsya. How confident are you insane with a whole afternoon's dirt and dust, then to be next to me in bed. At this point you are so perfectly folded, I seem deity descended from heaven, the most beautiful man in the world. I look at the твои smooth legs, chest, slightly covered with hairs, the chocolate cups nipples on tvoju neck, ears, hair ... And so I am pleased to know that you - my nichey and more.

And how you love me at night? As Mother not until I have no faults in paradise, yet all over the body does not shed sweetness and languor. Almost always you start with the fact that someone my face, took him into their palms. You spent my ears and neck, then lower spuskaeshsya to admire my youngest elastic chest, kiss her countless times, and posasyvaya sosochki by lifting view, the full admiration and passion, I read a person like me is well with you and that I I want more.

You always feel, what I want, my desire predugadyvaesh. And sometimes request to tell you what I feel, as I prefer, and zavodishsya of my voice when I say to you what I weasel of you waiting. C ih beloved and cherished delicacy for pleasure has been, and remains, which gives me your elastic tongue and hot, walking in my body, penetrating everywhere, and where it was not expected, caressing every cell of my body, so skuchavshego for thee and thy touches. Here it is circulating near the eyes, and the next moment has great moves finger legs. And I lie, squinting from the pleasure of a cat until it is not stranger enters the holy of holies - wherever triangle of dark hair hides love with the gentle flower petals - "rakovinku", as you are talking. And then I stop to be Mrs., which embraces a dedicated fan, I vygibayus thoughts and pray you do not stop those you care, postanyvaya of impatience, turning you in my sole owner and potentates. When they no longer have the forces to deter accumulated warmth and affection, I have for some time zamru muscle tensions and legs, you will realize that is about to witness again stanesh short of death and resurrection of its women. I uvyanu and flourishing, and sverknu pogasnu like Star, which tells need to have the desire. Fireworks my bliss will not subsided immediately, and long in my eyes you will see glimpses of it, and then I ulybneshsya and improving sleep on pillows.

Space isotropically. Time flows in all directions equally. Classical mechanics skorostey.Znakomtes small. Lenochka. Actually, it's another name, but its name is usually the case. Naturally beautiful, of course, clever. There is a sense of humour, even in abundance. Vesela, laughs and jokes. It is a mystery to the whole group, as well as time to not only partying, but to sit only on the five sessions. Get it - the dream of all your friends opposite (and not only) sex ... Let mechtayutItak, zakryli.Opyat five sessions, again, again ...

Lenochka took the glass, threw a few cubes of ice and poured whisky. Dostal edinichku and lit. So, she smokes, it means that today something happens? Perhaps vice versa Perhaps it is already becoming a ritual, as is repeated every day All such rastakaya-one .... absolutely, in an empty apartment in anticipation of his bezrezultatnom potusknevshih knight in armor.

Figures from the bluish smoke in the bizarre curve in posture, podtayavshy ice in a glass and its breath She loves him, Angela, her guardian. He loves her mind without. All zamechTatelno simply. Only together they are not and never will be. Do happiness always in short supply because most of fines. Yes, sometimes they occur and steal a piece of happiness. They madly happy moments brief meetings, but very miserable years, centuries, millennia alone among humans. I do not want to do anything, do not want to go nowhere. Yes and no, and not to whom.

Days become only wait. Waiting for word on a pair of soap, his call waiting at least news of it may be, but sometimes it is still ringing ... Although the last time it was a very long time ago Warm water jets are pleased to relate the skin and wash off all traces of tears today. Another ..

Only hope ... that this is all there is. I want to believe and not abandoned pure feelings. We want to be! I bessililie kills and helplessness, but nothing done. Familiar hands grasping her from behind, and he kisses her in the neck. Hair kisses, embraces. It smells terpko tenderness and love. He whispers her gentle words and ironing familiar twists itself and the nearest native. Heart elated and overtake each other in beshennom pace, it is not possible to say anything. I do not need to. Finally, it all possible processing of tenderness and love, you can give it to yourself. I become really very happy for a couple of minutes, to present happiness of the beloved. Only a few moments.

He turned her face and kissed softly in the lips. On some dried apricots. I asked forgiveness and no offences, and cursed himself for the fact that there could be a number of ... But it can be themselves, to sing and I love to starry skies, and everything else so nevazhno.Lena opened his eyes. Linen is empty. The apartment nobody. Only the smell of cigarettes and melted ice in stakane.I another day, and again just waiting Maybe this is all a blank?