When i wake-up i think to her

It’s not just a game

Go for work

Earn money, sure

But I guess you know

It’s not just a game

I’m slave to her identity

I speak

I think

I drink

I fuck

But the only one...

I’m seeking for all language

You don’t need translator if you follow me

I think to her

Presence

Absence

Conscience

She is my body flow

But she’s not mine

How could it be ?

She’s

magic

Terrific

Shapely

She’s all of my life now

I know her name what a wonderful thing

I feel her second thoughts more than she can expects

For real, not joking

She ‘s * body flow

That means

She brings my imagination and all I can do here in my blog is through her and for her

Definitively

I know she don’t give anything

She takes and escapes

Not always

Cause she gave

Thank you

Thank you

O thank you *****L

Thank you mistress

Let me smell your fragrancy

How you move

How you think

How you raining

I know it is not the same as it seems, I know, You know I know

I know you follow so well the path of my mind

You know it is not just a game

I write you straight to your heart and your unbelivable ass, both

Sodomy

Tyranny

Check your tongue in my asshole dear

And sodomy again