DivaNylon

My living room,
it is a place of poetry. Dream. Envy.
Here we are in the Literary Café. We write and recite each of its words ... we laugh, We valve, you tips from time to time ...
One forgets not to laugh. We do not forget the gentleness and respect that...
It spoils the Mistress of the place, and we admire him.
Don't forget that we'este in a dream....
My sensuality is up to you gentlemen , it remains to be discover it, do it vibrate .... the
Sincerely,
Louise
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Message to the slaves of nylon stockings
Slave in her stockings, nylon, notched, such, crossed, instinct of love, eroticism spooky....
Shock of breath, the body, the breath, the beating heart, the hands wavering, my palm against his, my fingers grazing his abyssinale bacchanal..

I am buried in it, or should I flee by it, regardless of the answer is that I confirms me pat it, as I behave with myself : I am someone you door, prepared in the manner of a compote...de sour fruit.
The recipe consists of a composting facility that of a soup fresh - bitter becomes sweet desire ..... I fund it as I déglutirais my villainy, cynical........
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Song
When it passes down my street
The girl with nylon stockings
Swinging her bare shoulders
Under his long blond hair, blonde, blond

Where does it go ?
The girl with nylon stockings
Who is she ?
The girl with nylon stockings
She looks straight out
A novel of Chandler
The other day I followed her
But it has not seemed to please him

Where does it come from ?
The girl with nylon stockings
What does it do ?
The girl with nylon stockings
I don't know how it is called
I do not know who she reminds me of
I don't know that who is calling me in it
The girl with nylon stockings
It was something unreal
To rotate the cranks
With her lil ' dress with shoulder straps
The girl with nylon stockings