Who else but a lover retains the ability to wound the other person with such passion, such precision? And who else but that lover has the capacity to heal what he or she has done?
A. Manette AnsayMots clés lover
Regalar un libro es fácil hasta que buscas uno para quien te ha robado el corazón.
Sofía NavarroMots clés books present love heart amor lover libro corazón regalo
Partner struck me as an ugly euphemism. Euphemism in the sense that people don’t like to talk about sex, so they displace it on to some kind of business model. Since I have a distaste for business, I see no appeal to something that sounds like a financial leadership team.
Barbara BrowningI am a good lover, but that is not so difficult. It requires only that I pay attention, and watch and listen to a woman and her body."
André Chevalier
Mots clés sex lover eroticism sexy-men
An angel for some,
a demon for some,
for me, it's heart of the one.
Never want to hurt,
keep many secrets beneath the blood.
sob in the dark,
but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.
No one thought, no one observe,
but, it supplies tears as blood.
One day someone came,
took it out from dark,
she kissed it,
loved it,
played with it,
put it with her heart,
and makes it her life part.
Daily she played,
daily she fought,
But, never she threw it out.
one day, an unknown came,
who kissed her,
loved her,
and used to play with her.
He took my out my heart from her,
and threw it on the street,
then there is nothing more than weep.
An angel for some,
a demon for some,
for me, it's heart of the one.
Never want to hurt,
keep many secrets beneath the blood.
Sob in the dark,
but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.
No one thought, no one observe,
but, it supplies tears as blood.
Mots clés love hurt love-at-first-sight lovers lover lovely lovers-quarrels love-story hurt-feelings love-hurts lovers-love-story lovers-sadness hurt-love
My second crush,
don't know, who you are,
by thinking of you,
my day pass.
The things, the things, the things changed,
forgot the first, second begins.
The second crush,
my second crush,
don't know who you are,
but, by thinking of you,
my day pass.
Who you are, i don't know,
but seeing you shed tears.
My feelings drop, water stops,
in my eyes.
The things, the things, the things changed.
I fall in love, are you goddess or what.
As i came near you,
my heart beat rise.
Want to stop my legs,
but they attracts.
Like your tears attract the sand,
when they are falling on land.
My heart, my heart, my heart beat rise,
you came, you came, you are closer to my eyes.
I see tears fallen on the ground,
my love rotating around you round and round.
Now, you are the first,
you are the last,
that i told you my sweet heart.
When i see you first time,
it was my last time,
to fall in love, my dear valentine.
The second crush,
my second crush,
don't know who you are,
but, by thinking of you,
my day pass.
The things, the things, the things changed.
Now, crush end,
time spend,
love start,
now, you are my life part.:-)
Mots clés life love life-lessons life-and-living love-at-first-sight lovers lover love-life love-story love-hurts lovers-love-story
I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty.
M.F. MoonzajerBella. "Nathan Malone is dead." He caught her shoulders, shook her.
"No!" she screamed back. And she couldn't hit him. She wanted to, and she couldn't.
"look at me," he yelled. "Look at me, Bella. What happened killed the man you loved. All that is left is this. The man you see now.The name name I carry now. Anything else is no possible."
"No!" She pulled away from him, stumbled to her feet, and shook with the rage pounding through her. "The name may be dead, but you are not dead. "You weren't just a SEAL," she cried. "You weren't just a friend, or a son, or a grandson, or a brother. You weren't just a warrior." She clenched her fists, pressed to her stomach as the agony swell up through every cell of her body. "You are my husband. My lover.
It doesn't matter if your name is Nathan, Noah, or hey fucking you, you are my my lover. My soul. My heart.
Mots clés soul heart husband lover nathan-malone noah-blake sabella wild-card
Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me".
She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it."
"And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?
Mots clés love feelings lover matter lover-sadness
I feel I am the perfect lover, because I love equally all beautiful girls.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés girls perfect lover feel equally
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