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Tell something about yourself, tell something about myself, explain why is it what i need, ask when, ask where, but do not ever stop to think that my soul carries the burden of love, for only the lucky ones are kept in cells and cuffs.
Is freedom what i wanted, don't i feel the air blowing on my face?, as cool as the spring breeze after the rainy afternoon, don't i miss the sweet sorrow of leather over my wrists and ankles?.
The ropes of compromise are loose, they left me to breath and now, do i miss the pain? the suffering? the extasis of a hand holding my hair.
I hear the whisper of pleasure, his tender voice reminds of a nightingale, tender tweets pumping his moans out of him, did he want to? did he need to?
Do you have the answer to my questions? have you found the way through life? you, beutiful soul who knows what to want, show me the way to your happiness and let me rest in peace.

Texto agregado el 03-09-2007, y leído por 168 visitantes. (1 voto)


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