Having sex is like flying a plane. You have to plan from the beginning to the end and use every word in its place. Starting sex starts with giving alms. Let me lick all of you, then little by little, when you see the flames of the furnace, it pulls its tongue. You die. I say that when I get to the entrance of heaven, I respect it first, then like a hungry lion that has been waiting for its prey for a long time, I start eating couscous with full appetite and with a certain cleverness I press the clitoris against my teeth from here on out. We are both in the sky and we take a step towards the cloud. I drink from the couscous so that not even a drop of it is wasted when I look at it with my eyes. I read the plea from his eyes and triumphantly send Kirmo to the small paradise of happiness. With each round trip, I get a new life and I am encouraged to continue. It fills me with lust. My dear, who do you love? You're torn. I'm in your mouth. I'm in your mouth. I'm in your chest. I am on the right path. After a while, a near but pleasant feeling pervades my whole being. That is where I see everything beautiful. Our energy increases a thousand times like a speed runner whose distance from the finish line is a few centimeters. She wants more. I want her to hug me with all her might. When my water empties in the hottest oven in the world, I feel like I have conquered the world and I have the highest happiness. Her face is drowning in tears. After a few moments, I feel my feet on the ground and go to the sky again. I and I follow the earth with a drop of water that flows like a roaring river from its cousin with a triumphant look and I calmly and quietly put my head on his shoulder when I wake up that hours have passed since our embrace. Thank you for being with me
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Date: October 23, 2018
