Monday, July 21, 2008

Why Do I Get A Rash After Waxing

rdf (s) forces

Watch. See how you've become.
Look at your face. If I were a woman's skin on your face would not be so dry and cracked. The women tend to tell the true men. You're not one of them though.
badarci If I wanted to, you should wash your face more often, if you should dry your skin hydrated. Instead, it is dried and burned as if you had your own skinning.

Watch your eyes. You can not see them but I assure you they are tired. They could be brilliant if they wanted to follow his lips, instead they are only transparencies. Tired, kept crying, fever in the head you do not go because I still want to bask in your nervousness. You have those eyes so beautiful, a color so unique and non-trivial, that is a magnet for the eyes of others. But they want this veil of pale.

Watch your mouth. E 'distracted, is weak and soft. That mouth that has generated lots of kisses and licking and biting the flesh of all people who have loved just one night. It 'a mouth without desire, a mouth without cravings. A mouth that should be wet, to start to heat it, get it moving.

Your cheeks so pronounced wither to your cheeks. Everything seems to fall, yet six contract without being able to solve yourself. The skin under the eyes, greasy and shiny, his eyes half-closed to avoid being forced to appreciate the light that so yearn. Watched his hair uncombed you have stopped treatment too long ago now.

Look at you, and if you learned. Learn yourself, to understand where you are. Watch
five more minutes, because once gone I'll move the mirror.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Toe Hurts From Bad Pedicure

Limits and boundaries

Because I know that does not begin a sentence with it, but then I have to at least pretend to ask questions, without knowing how to prepare answers.
The joy of the moment is shattered.
When I was little, there was a time when I was able to put an end to indecision, semrpe there was a subsequent event can disrupt the certainties.
Here.
You, woman, you are able to disrupt my certainties, you're able to get chewed and return me to the floor, vulnerable, tired and without that knot loose between the fingers of the hand.
I succumb. I
many stories waiting to be told, and will accumulate in the folder.
least know silence beside me, out of pure empathy.