Woman in warm winters
This cherry woman full of charity cherishes me deeply in the chilly cruel city
Her starry sneaky stare looks so sincere that it shatters my solitude like a shear
Her energetic embrace like engines elegantly entombs my eternal atrocity
Her invisible tiny tears tickled my tenderness deeply in timeless tones of thriving tuneels without fear
She dazingly defends me against the diligent dudes who dare to decline my dignity for worldwide honesty without poverty
Her whinig whistper isn't evenheard echoed in the midnight gutter, but only my spirit wades through her walls of warm wantonnness
Our natural truth can't neglect the cold of the neighbourhood so we nourish ourselves in the new desert in full nudity
Even her parents only portray her purity with pity and pain, so only our partnership feels enormously endless
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| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 november 2007 | ||
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