far, in the dark given size, the shadowy figure, his aura deep, lived in the moment at the climax of all the wonders of the world and centralized , met her. The unassailable and invulnerable like curiosity, eyes wide like a huge ray of sunshine was eclipsed his shining face and shook my body, within the scope of the trauma of such an illusion subliminal. The real win is not going directly to my being, however slowly, it will reveal, unfold, and precision of the most terrifying, her smile shone like a grace, as God encircles the possessed. Under the impact of intense emotions, the concepts are lost and immobility runs my flesh, not as I see her lips and my heart space: I have no choice but to go on shore, crawling under the lights of this grace, to peer a sublime that I let go more. Her lips sound like a relief after the world where we abandon ourselves at a loss, which is immersed in a moment of eternity, where dreams become immersed to drown at infinity, in this crazy whirlwind. The critical tearing of sense is delayed, the timing being so much space, the explosion of a missile in the cosmos, the vision at the height of beauty, touching as it could s'étriper eyes with tears, so sweet, so tender, so to even reference the perfection of the soul developed depth and intensity so far, so pure ... The fantasy hit. I am walking her lips and face up to the delicate biting into a sea of sensuality, mind set among the stars, my lips to the merger. Osmosis was fatal strike, disconnect the infamous horror and buried at a loss of attraction and how her eyes twinkling lights blacks who founded the vast expanses of ice of Antarctica. Excitement and pleasure in the depths of drunkenness, death goddess sleeps in my arms. Rocked by madness, his words, this stream flowing from a body that even God imagined would create, whispers in my ear ecstasy, like a hypnotic talent sends me to heaven. The pedestal will never be enough. The smell of paradise for sailing through the mass of esoteric hair and my hand slipped each other along this black gold, bypassing the softness of her cheeks, falling more beautiful snatch her hair to look like diamonds. Hearts, bodies intertwined in a fit of passion, Feel glad my lips, his hands exploring my body with his arms nonchalant touch of velvet. Her breasts pierced vision like a thunderbolt shattered the air, touch the emotions in providing large transparencies physical senses and I drink its cash flows languages, lips, until the end of the day, night , listen to him, to caress its forms. I make her body when she said death, she said dead body when I say . The nuclear bomb would have emanated from both effects. Slowly, I back down her legs with a candor, a charming and enchanting paradise, hips and buttocks stunning the little that remains of lucidity where the wave has the soul, where the acquis is lost, where thoughts go, mixed, forward for dropouts, some of appeasement. Submission doorbell rings, dreams are no longer by the eternal wandering here and there in the distance to the edges of cliffs where the Cree empty when I slide in it. The thickness of the thin icy layer covering weightlessness is feverish, shaking the bottom of drawers, hanging scrapings. His gaze crush my hand power to be a natural disaster caused not cause ... To make love, passion, admiration, thoughts flowing, his angelic face, eyes closed princess, sleep heavy, sailing into the air to lose notions, to lose the outside fixing my torn crisis wards, cries of love. The sublime to the sublime service.
There are other facts found after going through the joys of the summits, the ultimate perfection, the tip of the peaks, the indecent dream; nothing has the same value and now his body by the billions that will represent the wind merciful to us. There is no more nothing is the void, only death had yet to give the whimsical fantasy as strong emotion, the tears only in front of our soul, vacuum, vacuum.
one certainly less tragic but still way, after listening to Witchcult Today of misty Electric Wizard, was the ample opportunity to move toward death of a certain calming, not because nothing will have such a taste, this cross taken away.
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