SLEEPING YOUR LOVE THIS CASE, FOR NOW
Passionate without stopping, without thinking about anything more than me, celándome since dawn, running for an appointment again, working to the rhythm of love and letting it all just to see, was the feeling that never ended, he was always there in every moment, every breath, even sleeping, eating perhaps only or just thinking.
kept skin to vibrate, throb or feel, was an endless fire, was the most intense that we could generate, but surfaced when we saw them again, and then to touch us with a force capable of breaking all that is put on front, we joined, we fusionábamos naked on the ground or at sea, in the car or in bed, the bathroom or in the field, we were only one.
With two nights almost without sleep, and we reached for a week, were tireless in love, their aromas are still stuck in my mucus and soaked in the taste of pleasure, her white skin as smooth as silk, even feel so, as if no time had passed and I really think that has passed.
lived for love, we were in love, nothing mattered more, the phone was our ally, the hostel our refuge, our confidants sheets and music another staunch ally of the endless days of joy, where the sky was the limit .
So Gone are the days, months and years, wrapped in a whirlpool which we dared not stop, let alone try to plan it for later, two engines were burning, that our desires transformábamos relentlessly, almost inexhaustible, carried by a mutual love we fused each time a little more and we stopped to nothing.
Every day we discovered we needed more, to look at ourselves, to pat, to think or to have a night talk show or perhaps to enjoy the laughter that gave us the joy of being together, or how I enjoy the drawbacks daily , that was our happiness.
That was the context, that was the way which ran from dawn, either together or apart, so we used to grow everything we proposed, so far in the distance that is different is the life that feels empty inevitable , which is cold dawn, the skin no longer feel electrified with excitement, anxiety that made us kiss, peace that we was love, it is now difficult to remember or imagine your speed, your sweetness, your walk faster, your imagination so funny, you love to boil.
Where are your feelings, where the hidden, or perhaps only slept, I ask myself every day to fixing that soon again, that may no longer be equal, but if you have the passion that surrounded us day and night for decades love and dedication, they are there where you saved your waiting for the day of reckoning will soon arrive. Pablo Jose Castro Villaizan
CONSULTANT
SEXUALITY 
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