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I want that tonight be a night of spring. A silky smooth wing that glides on clear neck, a slight gilding that perfumes the latest woolens.
I want that tonight be a night Spring, an evening that takes its time, an evening that blurs the lines between the end of the afternoon and night, tonight I want that bronzed come caress me from the balcony, let him come lick the floor of my apartment tidy.
want that tonight I feel clean linen and tea, the poets, you know this tea sweet. I want it happening to me gently by hand in her hair to reward myself with a day well done.
I want that tonight tonight a spring evening, he taunted me commissures in a serene smile, I'm there, tea, my own apartment, my day well done and I, with envy read the feet soaked in the soft night.
I'd like to be someone else, someone better, in other seasons, seasons best.
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