Her mind, spirit, and soul. Anyway I challenge you women out there to accept this message to you as my extended friendship. The current overflows and each wave brings about tremble as we drown in pleasure. Even the bird of the air is anxious, in search of his mate. I plunge into you, let the splashes represent our passion.
Wet streaks are visible, marks of lust are only evidence of our ecstasy.
A beautiful fragrance reminds me of you, as the night ends, lets make it the beginning again. Only if we could stay afloat in our whirl-pool of rapture. O morning sun please let there be glory to us as lovers, but we must be silent, we must not remove the veil, we will remain the silent ones, and as the sunrises in the East we depart from genuine tenderness. Now we must learn to master that misery of patience until our next encounter. Just picturing the trees that rock rhythmatically on a windy day in spring is a constant reminder of the mystical way that you sway your hips.