Wind 26 Tuesday Apr 2016 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 2 Comments TagsEroticism, Tanka Painting by Stefan Kuhn I come with the wind, Caress your cheek, kiss your lips, Take you against me. A cuddle till the end of The night to reach the stars. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Stupende parole.
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