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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-12-06 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | Sensations are starting to grow in my heart I know that it's pure and i know that it's not. You transform a feeling in a beautiful thought You have shown me your smile and my soul is now caught. The glow in the eyes, I can see it, it's frightful, But the touch of your hands, oh, my darling, delightful... Three funny sensations are kissing my skin, A very small song is now knocking within. "Will you give haste?", asks my sweet, caring, heart. Now what can I answer? Am I falling apart? I can wait, there's no hurry, I am strong, after all, This is love, there's no worry, I can challenge it all!
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