CelesteJohns

I'm so tired of love songs, We always talk about a happy ending and well we know that life never works like that I would have done everything but you never understood anything nothing at all you always have to keep life going even if my heart breaks and there is nothing left. That's why I'm so sick of love songs, They always talk about a happy ending and well we know life never works that way.

I want to be your song from start to finish I want to touch your lips and be your lipstick Be the soap that softens you, the bath that bathes you The towel you slip on your wet skin I want to be your pillow, your silk duvet Kiss you while you dream and watch you sleep I want to be the sun that comes in and shines on your bed Wakes you up little by little, makes you smile I want to be at the softest touch of your fingers Enter the innermost of your secrets, I want to be the right thing, free or forbidden

If you look at a silent dancer, her body will be the music.. If you turn on the music, that body becomes an extension of what you're listening to.. You can only be creative if you love life enough to want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring it a little more music, a little more poetry, a little more dance, every dance you do belongs to you.. It's part of your collection.. ¡When he thinks like that, you'll want his next routine to be the best he's ever done!

“Women are independent and fight for them. It's time to fight. We call on world leaders to change their strategies, to make women independent and fight for them. It's time to fight. We call on world leaders to change their strategies.”

I am afraid of the night; so long are the hours and so large my bed. I only dream of you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of open thighs, what good are the double curves of hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if you are only imprisoned by my idea and my desire? I don't want to do myself as much as you should, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen or new, it lacks your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you have so many times created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.

With my words, I fornicate your spirit as my body would. You read me, you think of me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running through you, desecrating between your legs, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feed on the juices you distill just by imagining that I am the one who owns you. And you offer me, and in your mind I possess you. Even with these letters alone, I make you mine as much as I want.😋

In the depths of the fire, burning ceaselessly, emerges your masculine essence, a charm impossible to avoid.. Your eyes, burning embers, reflect passion and desire, your skin, which is a flame, awakening in me a longing.. Every word you say, a whisper that burns, every look you give, a wish that alienates me.. Your presence, an intense fire, consuming my being uncontrollably, every caress, a torrent of flames, igniting in me an erupting volcano. You are the sun at its peak, illuminating my universe ceaselessly, your arms, a warm embrace, that envelops me and makes me sigh..

In every whispered word, in every intense look, a flame is lit, that conquers everything, a sorcerer of desire, a dense presence, that in his arms, lights the night in an instant.. There is no fear in his being, only courage, a man on fire, who burns without extinguishing, knowing that in love, passion guides him, and the fire he carries in his heart, will not stop shining.. O fiery men, who in their essence are unleashed, who ignite the world with their strength and virility, you are the flame that lights our lives ceaselessly, and in your warmth we find happiness.

In the fire of passion, a man consumes himself, his eyes burning, his body reflecting fire, a flame burning inside, unstoppable, a volcano of desire, seeking to be satisfied. Her powerful hands, caressing with sweetness, arousing sensations, every sexual impulse, like a dancer, who guides and seduces without censorship, burning the skin, leaving a sensual trail. A man who in his walk, causes a shudder, a bold gentleman, open to adventure, revealing his courage, giving his feeling, a tireless lover, who yearns for your sweetness.

I see your lips and my skin is tingling, I want to eat them by kissing and to search your being, to conquer those who for moral and ethical reasons I cannot see, those who are the source full of the richest pleasure. You catch me and drive me crazy, if you compare me to a volcano in full eruption, I simply have no comparison, you raise me to unknown temperatures, even for me, you are pure fire, that consumes me. I love your experience of loving, your furtive outpouring of giving, as you crack my mattress, silent witness of long nights of eroticism and fiery.

Inhabit me, penetrate me. Let your blood be one with my blood. Your mouth between my mouth. Your heart enlarges mine until it bursts. Tear me off. You fall whole into my bowels. Let your hands be in my hands. Your feet walk on my feet, your feet. It's burning me, it's burning me. Give me your sweetness. Bath me your saliva the palate. Be in me as the wood is in the stick. That I can't do it anymore, with this thirst burning me. With this thirst burning me. The loneliness, its crows, its dogs, its pieces.

I want a man who supports me in everything. on the table, on the wall, on the stairs. I want a man who will support me in everything.. On the table, on the wall, on the stairs.. I want a man who will support me in tout.. On the table, on the wall, on the stairs.. I would like to be a pirate, not for the gold or the silver, but for that treasure that you have between your legs. I would like to be a pirate, not for gold or silver, but for that treasure you have between your lege

The man who loves me must know how to uncover the curtains of my skin, find the depths of my eyes and know what's nesting inside me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me will not want to possess me as a commodity, nor exhibit me as a hunting trophy, he will know to stand by me with the same love so I will be by your side. The man who loves me must know how to run the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what's nesting in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me doesn't want to own me like a commodity, nor exhibit me like a hunting trophy, he will know to be by my side with the same love so I will be by my side.

The man who loves me has to know how to draw back the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests inside me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me will not want to possess me like a commodity, nor display me like a hunting trophy, he will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by your side. The man who loves me must know how to draw the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me doesn't want to possess me like a commodity, nor display me like a hunting trophy, he will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by my side.

Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my favorite thingsBeen through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who woulda thought it'd turn me into a savage?

Rather be tied up with cuffs and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yes. My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossin' Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin' You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it