Wine girls

You pay
You buy
You order
You do not choose
You tale
You by no means say stop
Girls;Wine;the combination....Your smile

Pine Burn Long and Still drink?

Atastiaz Lolitas second reach

She has given birth; The act of indulgence, delight has turned a taskious turn
She has hatched an infant and as those who circle in would fear it is a girl

Here comes rivalry maintained by blood share.

She has been through the eye of the needle and no one took care of her.....no hand of comfort and ease as she has normalied all her life...No Countess' ringed finger, he

She unwillingly carries, no share of weight here...she being taught how to watch another cry,

Friends stare as she wipes anothers tears


The story of her giving birth to this daughter is one of two big worlds co-existing.

Lets hope Miss Coloura or Shegami or Atastiaz

Yes i think its Atastiaz she had to been given a name of flow not pop...mothers instructions!

Lets hope the daughter of Lolita knows how to be just tolerant to her mother!

Lolita does not share.....anything in anyway!

How the titles form and the textation align?

Breathe!

Madam Cazaiyrubizkivive

The blood dripped from the tip of the knife,as if off a faulty malfunctioning tap dripping. Then all that had held her back and caged her in the faultment of her growth and the healed scratches of her womanhood,all that served as an encagement to her release of intimacy was exited, a release came - as she tasted the blood of her vein tied in with her His finger ring.

The vein and finger carried the kind of flavor that reminded her of the past mirror figure she was used seeing...the vampire desires that took her back to the days of her boy haunted youth.

Yet this man she had infront of her, blood in un-nursable drips,holding tap outing, with her lying there with her vein in contribution to the drippinjg gush

It connected her and her Him in a tale of Distorted union

The Madam would love only this way
She could only see love this way
This is her curative attachment that makes sense to her

This is how she loved: This is how she wanted to be loved
This is why she loved: This is satisfaction of reciving for her
This is what she loved: This holds a definition for her in the matters of L'amour

A love of murder and blood gush

This is Madam Cazaiyrubizkvive.

Blowjobs

Sex

I am as vain as i allow

Quake

Break

Making it shake


I am the hottest man suit ever made.

A smell of twenty minutes

i can smell you long after you have.....(i don't have a word)
You are reminisced in aroma
How could i smell you. Yet again how could i not.

He is a temptation not a want

I do not want it!

it feels right it can't be wrong, right?

The pictures stay.

Memoirs of anciency

Times lived and passed moments

Days of coalition, called coalition
because of temporary standing which has led us in different routes of travel

I do not resent you
I do not grieve about us, you leaving yes

Yet not us.

Its called turning everything into art

We united. Coalited and it was
It remained yet now its terminate

Terminate yet never annihilated. Its disunion not estrangement
You are carried in me. Alive in me forever.

I will not let you go...I'll let you leave yet not go.
You with me forever.

Thats the art.
Loving you and continuing to do so even though we no longer are.

Its a shock a horror an understandable concept.
Yet to me you weren't a pass time. I loved.

The art of love lost yet held on!

So no i am not going to burn the photographs of our time together!

Mrs Vietrizchk

You are a temptation. Not a want.

You are not that which i will return to you are that which i will exercise to gratify and with every hope that you are gratified as i am we will part.

Not the best of transactions yet...IT HAPPENS!

Field of waves.

No translation exists for it.

I don't even know you ... yet i find myself saying within:



Please don't leave.

The non - additional silence.

Gosh, the silence of suburbia can be so loud
The stillness of talking houses can clamor
I am dissatisfied trying to pump fuel in a bottomless container
The natural order of things has me wanting more of what i think i am missing
i don't want to be here, i am suffocating and having these things i possess doesn't seem to be making much of a difference for me

i want to escape the norm
yet everything that i have in the norm has me tied down to it

the needs that you can't fulfill, i do not know how to hangle and supply myself

its confusing, i can't stand this

Routine that takes over a life and consumes is not routine its a life drain

When all you know is what you are going to wake up and do the next day and there is no guessing no thrill...How can life be a descriptive to that existence
What i have is not overflowing me


I need assurance
I need continual flow within
I need freedom not from problems yet from not being bothered by them.

I keep finding myself being reminded of Joyce Meyer.

I need life...She says its Jesus...Lets Google Joyce Meyer.