Once you read my obscure poems YY At that moment I decided that you will be the woman destined to be together forever Because you can read my thoughts I don't mind being read but no one can read me I'm Leo Tolstoy, the great thinker that man claims to be, but I'm also your big cock who sings and crows to you in bed A spoiled child grabbing toys from those who don't matter, I'm afraid of losing it, I'm afraid of those strangers bullying me, but those who made you who were peaceful and serene don't look like you. Let you go out of control, you love me so much that you can't bear any of my spiritual wealth to be coveted by scumbags. . .
Everyone who can look up at the sky in the forest is worthy of the most tender and pampering. The intercourse that has been imagined countless times in the end is not real. The appearance of that one time
is it have to be in a specific place and time for us? Only dare to dare to fall in love with one's own body, follow the heart, follow the body, everything is actually very simple, but sensitive and fragile, we think it is too complicated and too heavy
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