When the sun goes down and we stay together...
When the sun goes down you hold my hand and look in my eyes...I feel like million of buterflies are in my body...I look at you and I feel the warmth of your hand and of your body...I know that it is autumn alreadt and it is very cold, that why I invite you to come ot me for a nice cup of latte...We entered my flat and you turn me so I look in your eyes and feel your breath. I want to kiss you and you feel the same...Your warm and soft lips touch mine and it seems to me that its fire inside me......
My perfect boyfriend – how do I see him?
My perfect boyfriend – how do I see him?
Being perfect in everything – lots of men want to achieve such condition. But is that real? I don’t think so. It’s really hard to be an ideal man for a woman, and that’s not because you need to know a lot. It’s simply because a woman wants to have different things at once and her feelings change a couple of times per day. That’s why don’t wait for any kinds of 100% advice of how to build a perfect boyfriend.
Who is my perfect boyfriend?
He should be real...
Autumn comes ...
Autumn comes to my house very rapidly. I love when the sun is shining and through the fog sneaking into the city. every autumn morning like a mystery ... what day will it be today? will it rain? .. will there be sun? .. but in any case the smell of autumn will already be in the air. as for me, this smell is like sweet wine. malleable, heavy, and drawn to love ... autumn is a very romantic time ... I want something to warm me: tea, coffee, mulled wine ... or someone warmed me ... caressed ... hug...
TO THE MAN ...
My Prince Charming!!!!I was really in doubt if I should write this note or not, to tell you the truth I didn’t even know how to start it. Suddenly I got this brilliant idea that I should make it radical, and start off this note by asking you for a kiss, something I’ve wanted for a long time.
A mouth capable of producing the shiniest smiles in the world, is probably capable of kissing really well, don’t you think?
Maybe you haven’t realized how much I look at you, how much interest you awake in m...