la dous ki vyen

vivaldi’s tune

it was spring it was time to bloom it was a surprise it was la belle vie it was a dance it was peaches and it was wine it was a kiss it was a silence it was the first time it was scary it was sweet and it was slow it was a poem it was a mirror it was the fish inside the sea it was the trees so pretty green it was wanting it was yearning it was absence it was forever it seemed it was a country then the next it was a pool it was water it was rebirth it was counting the days left it was a plane and a message it was a mad naked summer it was sweltering it was a wonder it was fingers it was kisses and it was licks it was amazing it was the juiciness of plums it was the brightness of the world it was fall it was fire on the river it was dazzling it was shared sleep it was perfume it was wild hair it was the sky it was music it was a tune we both knew well it was the leaves by the park and it was food and it was wine it was absence and you were gone it was heaven when you returned it was a name you said in bed it was your voice it was poem it was clothes falling on the floor it was candles it was flowers it was a chain around my waist it was rough and it was hard it was words we learned by heart it was your nipple in my mouth it was groaning it was moaning it was strumming a sweet guitar it was smooth and it was wet it was crazy it was inspired it was in love i always lost myself and it was safe it was clear nights excessive moons it was cursed stars for your absence it was winter it was tender it was one day it was someday it was giving my heart away it was touch and touch never too much it was morning and it was noon it was night it was laughing it was a line of desire down my back no one had seen it was sweet jesus i’m in love it was suck and tongue it was drop by drop it was slide and glide it was eyes widening it was dark dark smell it was eat eat gentle it was cross my heart it was hope to die it was forever and a day it was i am your woman you’re my man.

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