But we're never gonna survive, Unless we get a little crazy
Crazy - Seal
probably would not have noticed. Or at least I would not have been so 'in mind.
One day, your hands have appeared and have started shooting with my all around us.
... your skin is perfect.
Now, at the mercy of primitive feelings, I find myself bewildered in front of a traffic light in the lane of a supermarket, or at the window of a shop of the Singer.
Perhaps I would never have noticed, but now I can not help but think about it. I, his hands hardened by granite and arms free of ornaments, hung the image of a slim and stylish clock Calvin Klein, on your left hand, and a silver bracelet on the right, which shows, clearly and femininity ' , four new letters. Four new beautiful letters.
Strange days, surprises vaporized in the air that take your breath away and leave the smell of your body in my bed. I will not be 'I certainly blew away one of your hairs found on the white bedspread, but maybe the wind rude and envious, which enters and passes by the tents of a soft yellow and pale red.
Copro carefully the discovery of dark brown color with orange duvet and triggered the sense of smell. I become a hunter, and gun shots that echo in the memory fresh ...
... your skin is perfect.
Forme ... yours, drawn.
... our words, and laughter, and silences and glances.
We met in a world of our own.
You and me, Sara.
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