I still remember everything
That night, that passion and your flat,
That breeze, that fondly blew from sea.
Oh, could I really forget?!!!
Your smile, your kisses, you yourself…
We won’t repeat it all again.
I’ll put my memory on shelf.
It wasn’t love, who’s guilty, then?
But you were jealous…As for me,
It made no difference at all.
We’ll never meet again, won’t we?
You had my body, not my soul.
You know, such “love” is just obsession,
You know, that we will never fly…
But it’s tantamount to a self-deception
To answer “No”, when you want to try!
It was short, but extremely passionate story
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The love of liar is a price for nightly love and lust.
Too bad next morning all his passion will just burn to dust!
Best wishes,
Denis Ivanov.
Дениска Иванов 07.07.2009 14:12 • Заявить о нарушении
Too bad next morning all his passion will just burn to dust!
Best wishes,
Denis Ivanov.
Дениска Иванов 07.07.2009 14:12 • Заявить о нарушении
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