Though you look like a fragile body, I made a point of making your body a map for pleasure. I slept upon him after he had conquered the oasis. Besides you have roads and lands that have never been visited, you asked me to force my heart to simply like you, for example if you like a child made of a smile. I prefer to turn your face to this desire, I know from experience that you should not put the cars in front of the oxen ... as I know I should not tie myself to someone who makes pleasure their sense of life. You are a prostitute of pleasure, but you always turn from the inside out who wants to give you something more, you are a woman of your life when you prepare me a delicious breakfast and you kiss me goodbye.
In this my futile imaginary I have also discovered that you belong to my dream world, the one with which I feel good, the solitude in this case is always compensated with a good whiskey in a glass full of tenderness, I know that I belong to the class of the undecided. I know that later I will be king in my home ...