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Auteur :
Gladys1
Date de création :
01-09-2023
posté le 12-08-2024 à 15:42:39
Daffodil
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gladys-lemire
le 12-08-2024 à 17:12:49
Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs
BernardNowman
le 12-08-2024 à 16:28:05
nice beautiful magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femmr d'amour (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 12-08-2024 à 16:20:29
POEME
The soul emptied, the heart extinguished and the loins heavy,
The gentle breeze that the north wind to engage has left to beat the drums
of the gravediggers of love.
The bodies tensed in a brutal contraction
Abandon themselves without passion to penetration.
Not a look, not a tender gesture,
It was enough to wait, for the male orgasm to be satiated,
as are the beasts after the trance of the feast.
In the heavy silence of the commander who falls asleep.
The rifleman could not enjoy the feast.
And must, wait for the next internal struggle.
To fantasize about the distant booty,
Promised by many general staffs.
So mutilate yourselves, stop this trench warfare.
Make the heads fall and make them stick out their tongues.
For your pleasure.
crucify them, so that their arm is docile
And come to caress your soul.
Speak! think! discover! imagine and dream!
Be crazy, inventive, brutal and tender.
gladys-lemire
le 12-08-2024 à 15:44:17
Daffodil joli imag"
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Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs
nice beautiful magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l)
je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femmr d'amour (l) à moi
POEME
The soul emptied, the heart extinguished and the loins heavy,
The gentle breeze that the north wind to engage has left to beat the drums
of the gravediggers of love.
The bodies tensed in a brutal contraction
Abandon themselves without passion to penetration.
Not a look, not a tender gesture,
It was enough to wait, for the male orgasm to be satiated,
as are the beasts after the trance of the feast.
In the heavy silence of the commander who falls asleep.
The rifleman could not enjoy the feast.
And must, wait for the next internal struggle.
To fantasize about the distant booty,
Promised by many general staffs.
So mutilate yourselves, stop this trench warfare.
Make the heads fall and make them stick out their tongues.
For your pleasure.
crucify them, so that their arm is docile
And come to caress your soul.
Speak! think! discover! imagine and dream!
Be crazy, inventive, brutal and tender.
Daffodil joli imag"