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It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
A couple chained to the piano in the living room awaits the earthquake of his break-up. A couple that we make accidents out of. The earth is populated by its inconsequences.
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
I am one of those narrow-minded people who stupidly think that there is no crime without a murderer, no smoke without fire and no right-wing extremist... without a right-wing extremist.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
I would have exchanged my whole being, my dark skin and my brown hair for an ounce of the bewitching and diabolical charm of little Martin Stephens
Is it then inconceivable to desire to simply claim the lovable beauty of one's own purses, those simple balls that I cherish, my testicles?
