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gladys-lemire le 12-08-2024 à 17:14:06
Thank you my little loving husband, your wife who loves you too, hugs

BernardNowman le 12-08-2024 à 16:30:57
nice beautiful article et poeme mon amour (l)

je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme d'amour (l) à moi

gladys-lemire le 12-08-2024 à 16:22:07
Poème



The soul emptied, the heart extinguished and the loins heavy,

The gentle breeze that the north wind to engage has left to beat the drums

of the gravediggers of love.


The bodies tensed in a brutal contraction

Abandon themselves without passion to penetration.

Not a look, not a tender gesture,

It was enough to wait, for the male orgasm to be satiated,

as are the beasts after the trance of the feast.


In the heavy silence of the commander who falls asleep.

The rifleman could not enjoy the feast.

And must, wait for the next internal struggle.

To fantasize about the distant booty,

Promised by many general staffs.


So mutilate yourselves, stop this trench warfare.

Make the heads fall and make them stick out their tongues.

For your pleasure.

crucify them, so that their arm is docile

And come to caress your soul.

Speak! think! discover! imagine and dream!

Be crazy, inventive, brutal and tender