Quando a orgasmo vem, e o vento sopra e canta para os deuses; por favor, orem por mim. Eu sou o suplicante. Você deve lamber minha carne. Minha pele que é poesia. Casa de orgasmo. Você alega que você é o redentor de delírios. Amor e os deuses pode ser delírios, mas eles são a única loucura que eu sei.
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When the orgasm comes and the wind blows and sings to the gods; please, pray for me. I am the supplicant. You must lick my flesh. My skin is poetry. The house of the orgasm. You claim that you are the redeemer of delusions. Love and the gods may be delusions, but they are the only madness that I know.
That’s Beautiful. Every girl can use a house of orgasm every now and again. Be seeing you in a bit. We’re off, with no idea if we will have much access to internet, or be in any condition to attend our online business. The husband tells me I get crazy when I have to do anything, such as travel half way across hemispheres. I do, he’s right. All the best.
On my Way…
Have a wonderful trip to places known and unknown! I do hope it is safe and I will be patiently awaiting your posts telling us all about it. Blessings and good skies. Cheers!