The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
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Your being in my being of loneliness -the palms were sensitive to the touch of your gentle eyes, shaken by the storm of the heart chakra, the emotional thunder. The gentle touch of moist lips got the color of the silver butterflies in my stomach - embrace was wonderful.
I've been hunting for years, the gaze has worked very hard on the groin of my weakness, I raised the pressure and flew up to your fours, your flicker brought the star of the hunters, I defend my honor with a holy pencil of cherries and sighs. The child cried in me - a new man woke up - with the strength of character I broke the steel chains of the chained spirit of love and freedom.
The most beautiful nature and May flowers - the size of your beauty kills the nature in my dreams,you are the divinity of a distant lake of magic coconut milk. I hunted while you slept in your youth, the endless run of my words and your soft lips, I dropped you on a grassy bed.
The decision was given the stamp of the heavenly stars, will you be my until the end of the illusion of this world. I could not wait for the end of this story, I took her hand, kissed my heavenly forehead and said - Your eyes like a live fire are chasing my humble soul, I'll give you everything I have - if it's a little bit then sorry, but you are the only one - and - only my love .
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