you put it to you naked. Tearing off the linen suit with the strength of my arms.
leave you wearing high heels and red lipstick.
To you I would soon get a slap in the face. Forte. To let you blush.
Fastening squeezing the oil bottle in the eye. For pouring on the right shoulder.
And your eyes staring at me while the oil will flow back, between the breasts, buttocks dripping. To the ground.
to you with my hands, you spread the body. You
earthen his neck and picked up, you lie on the bed.
The empty bed and covered with a rag.
And you lying sideways on top of the bed, turning the skin with it the dirty window.
would open the heavy wooden shutters and lets the wind. I would leave
inflate the curtains.
would open the bottle of Jack Daniel's and sitting in a corner in the shadows, I would look to enjoy the wind.
I would look to blend into the air and flax.
and close my eyes at times to hear how God breathes life from your breasts. And then
. I'd go.
Tirandoti hair. There. On the bed.
Before I left for good.
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Pictures Elmuth Newton
leave you wearing high heels and red lipstick.
To you I would soon get a slap in the face. Forte. To let you blush.
Fastening squeezing the oil bottle in the eye. For pouring on the right shoulder.
And your eyes staring at me while the oil will flow back, between the breasts, buttocks dripping. To the ground.
to you with my hands, you spread the body. You
earthen his neck and picked up, you lie on the bed.
The empty bed and covered with a rag.
And you lying sideways on top of the bed, turning the skin with it the dirty window.
would open the heavy wooden shutters and lets the wind. I would leave
inflate the curtains.
would open the bottle of Jack Daniel's and sitting in a corner in the shadows, I would look to enjoy the wind.
I would look to blend into the air and flax.
and close my eyes at times to hear how God breathes life from your breasts. And then
. I'd go.
Tirandoti hair. There. On the bed.
Before I left for good.
---
Pictures Elmuth Newton