Some time ago we talked choices.
The temptation today is in the form of a princess from the white legs, slip a thin layer of silk and a black skirt covered wide hips and inviting. I will not elaborate on his shoulders, face and round, to be perfectly fit the palm of the hands of a man. A face of an angel, eyes underlined by a black pencil as his thick hair falling down, with large falls in ringlets, a long neck and slender.
hard, really hard to take my eyes off him, especially after our eyes are crossed in a moment too long to be honest.
not speak to you then the blonde short-haired, heels, and sit in the same carriage that was provocative and that intersection every day in the department. Let's pretend to ignore.
I read my book without being able to concentrate on the words. The Princess pulls out a bag of Naples yellow (dark) make up a set of deep pink Hello Kitty and focuses on his lips. I think a lot of femininity put together I have not seen ever before. Wobble.
I watch. Do not look at it. I do the two things together. Pat the book that was given to me by B. and I think her skin and made to laugh together. The two women seem to expect the metro, but the woman that I have not waiting for my pitch, I love the woman who anticipates my wishes. Always. Always? Perhaps the princess would be the same thing, but probably not ...
Choices, slut whore, the choices! Closing roads to access other. But then what?
not get up more eyes and think of what I've changed over the years. I sought advice from friends and heard , tranquility in looking back, the discipline to follow their own choices. Exactly.
off the train and (perhaps for the first time in my life) I'm not around to cast a last glance back seducer.
Fear not pass before long. But that's okay. The choices involve suffering, almost by definition, but also these same choices that define us. Maybe because we grow only through suffering?
The temptation today is in the form of a princess from the white legs, slip a thin layer of silk and a black skirt covered wide hips and inviting. I will not elaborate on his shoulders, face and round, to be perfectly fit the palm of the hands of a man. A face of an angel, eyes underlined by a black pencil as his thick hair falling down, with large falls in ringlets, a long neck and slender.
hard, really hard to take my eyes off him, especially after our eyes are crossed in a moment too long to be honest.
not speak to you then the blonde short-haired, heels, and sit in the same carriage that was provocative and that intersection every day in the department. Let's pretend to ignore.
I read my book without being able to concentrate on the words. The Princess pulls out a bag of Naples yellow (dark) make up a set of deep pink Hello Kitty and focuses on his lips. I think a lot of femininity put together I have not seen ever before. Wobble.
I watch. Do not look at it. I do the two things together. Pat the book that was given to me by B. and I think her skin and made to laugh together. The two women seem to expect the metro, but the woman that I have not waiting for my pitch, I love the woman who anticipates my wishes. Always. Always? Perhaps the princess would be the same thing, but probably not ...
Choices, slut whore, the choices! Closing roads to access other. But then what?
not get up more eyes and think of what I've changed over the years. I sought advice from friends and heard , tranquility in looking back, the discipline to follow their own choices. Exactly.
off the train and (perhaps for the first time in my life) I'm not around to cast a last glance back seducer.
Fear not pass before long. But that's okay. The choices involve suffering, almost by definition, but also these same choices that define us. Maybe because we grow only through suffering?
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