Icons. sweaty hands ... damn, what is the word that means "beautiful" but more bombastic? ... "Sublime" ... no, no mames. And had already spent two hours. I thought at the exact moment I saw her entering the office. Pinches big eyes, wearing delightfully informal and that body which, needless to say, left me thinking the most shameful contortions. "Hello" I told the third day had been coming to news. His voice, I know, not the most melodious and even drag the letter "s" when spoken, but I loved it. I imagined holding a talk with me sly, insinuating ... I'm lost, I learned from that and came up to me and kiss goodbye, leaving your skin feel, smell ... Nature blessed!
pretext of the immediacy of communication and advanced technology, asked if she had email. baby_cfy@hotmail.com - and wondering exactly what I pointed out as was written ... I pointed it in the palm of the hand, with a letter about a doctor, but I interpreted as a cool feature of his personality. That started this whole ordeal. "How are you, beautiful?" I hope very well and now I wrote some stuff thinking of you "- delete -" tidbits "damn, that clever. No, this is not the thing. I changed "stuff" with "words" and now if it sounded more slouch. "I wrote a few words" ... Therefore no way to write about hieroglyphics! ... makes me a bitch.
And so, three pages. Describe what your graceful walk, the sway of her hips and even the smell impeccable cinnamon to your shampoo is not easy. I even dared to put something on her flat belly and legs torneadísimas, but I removed it after me sound very sucker to "those solid pieces of marble that have, holding all the marvelous structure of your body" ... pffff. Goodbye. What if I did, that is the most poetic way possible that I love, I want everything with it and might even dare to ask her for the sake of our future relationship, but that if, with all that may be able to touch the Castilian . "Dare to cross the thin line of our business relationship to move into the benefits of your appreciation" I think I wrote. I deleted many words, that I do not know if I wrote it right, or at least what he meant. However, before sending the mail, I returned to check pa pe to my writing.
me that I would enjoy your smile. A holding hands, walking through the park, dancing to the beat of a song ... sick cheesy which could then test your kisses and why not check the firmness of those meats that snatched me sleep. By God, as I would enjoy to have you with me! ... sent.
Now, I'm sitting here in front of the home page of hotmail. Do not know what to write, think or say. Meanwhile, the songs of the programming language I say is not pretty, but what the writer feels, what you say and how you say ... as I tried to do it myself. I do not know which side I will, or to think ... stuck up all the lines filled with carefully chosen words, as a mistake, like a stain on the screen, your answer:;)
Damn.
are strange days. They always are. Right now, I have no idea what will happen along my journey, but I have wanted to be there when things happen. Good morning, little band, God Bless and remember you always have to go a little higher. Always. 
