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🎊 Happy New Year! 🎊

How nice to tremble and shake and relax!
How nice that your brain is blown like a cotton ball by the wind of love and heals all its wounds!
How nice that slender fingers caressed your chest and sewed all the beauties!
How nice its when your heart is burning like a barbecue and your hands are like a wave on your chest!
How nice that lips turn into red carnations and bodies turn into free geographies!
I am a sea, my wounds are deep.
Putting salt on my wounds is not a cure.
Come and enter my waters, make love to my waves.
My beaches are empty. Run, curl, laugh.
Be as hot as you want. Rest assured, my waters are cool.
Where are you? No footprints in my sand!
Making love is painting a painting of love red.
Come, let my brush strokes redraw you.
Let the bed be canvas, i'm a painter.
Tell me how can i draw you.
If you want, let me draw you as a valley, let the water flow through you. Let my fish play in your waters.
Feel my stir inside, your joy will increase.
Let your smiles add a fountain of enthusiasm to lovemaking.
Let me wander in your nooks and crannies.
Let me hold on to their peaks, let me fall into their pits.
Making love is airing cotton with a stick. Let me beat you with my lips, scatter you like a cotton ball.
Then i'll make you my bed and i'll lay on you day and night.
Let my dreams interfere with your dreams.
Let your hands stick to mine.
Let's intertwine our fingers.
Let me run on it like a wild horse, let the sound of horseshoes make the dust rise on your skin.
Let's tear the black sheet of the night.
Let our feet and legs come out of the night.
If you want, our rush can continue during the day.
Running to you hurts my groin.
Hugging you make my whole body look like a stallion.
Let love blow my manes to the wind.
May my bow and arrow and spear sink all over you on this battlefield.