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Leo Janowick Dec 2018
Those traits of light, those stars that charge with magic the dawn, phases of the sun that glow, those who live with pain or peace inside.
Night Flowers are, although so beautiful, ephemeral suffer their heartburn because if one day is the century of roses, one night is the age of the stars.
Therefore, spring fugitive, already our evil and already our good is inferred,
Registration is ours in an uncertain sunrise, but, may the sun die or live
Leo Janowick Dec 2018
And you come out of nowhere, to disturb my mind, minus emotions, you start to enter for every pore of my skin, even being in the distance, you achieve magical things, still not knowing anything about you, you come like a light to my darkness, Time, are you magical?
Like the magic that makes an eclipse, such as the moon loves the sun at a distance........ and you come from nowhere to give me your greetings, to give me a small sample of the beautiful being you are, and you come out of nowhere, as, and there is, that is, it is the restlessness of knowing that it will be like a fleeting love.
It's my feeling, it's my thinking.
Leo Janowick Dec 2018
With the delight of the hectic breath of my body over your body night, between my late and efforts, this anxiety Mia from you, you leave me stunned and my window has arrived the first rays of sun, in this raw Aurora, so today I woke up Playing with those desire to write; I have your dark cravings to do it in your naked body, your perverse letters full of lust, and infamous sadism of tearing your skin in my skin like I don't have you, I'll do it on your photo Explore your ways with my lustful and poisoned tongue, which moves, and purloin that is full of passion, oh, you feel my humidity!, that between your mind and your body, and I will do curses, so that you feel me in every nook of Your Body, in the deepest corners of your being, as well as you feel the warm nights...;
There is an accomplice in your soul, the one I want to decipher, today I write with the provision of my soul and the pleasure of my being, trying to write to you; there are emergencies in my of your honey, on my lips, for To be able to succumb between your groans, whispers screaming guttural, those filled with pleasure; I woke up with crazy cravings, that
Left the prints of my scent and the perfume of woman, here in your boisterous bed, that your smells, ******* and sweats permeating, my skin, in me, your encumbered flavor and printed in gold letters in me, oh, this need MIA From You!, I will leave a thousand ways of my delivery, that that will remain between you and me, under the custody of your gaze, green sea that serves you to observe our low instincts, of our wickedness, that that lives between My lips, feeling woman in every moan, where I writhe like the flames of Hell..., well, I'm that tempest, that calms my unholy thirst, that thirst Mia of your being; transforms into the volcano, that burns me with His burning lava and his ashes, from where the woman resurfaces, like the Phoenix bird; and there I am out, inside, up, down licking the flavors of your body, so I am the one who moans and makes you vibrate..., Your Canine smell, the one that carries in the memory my fragrances that of your virile member, that aroma that inflame your senses of man, and awakens the revived by you, between my hands I subject it and delights my lips, there is a memory, that When I supciono it, taking your part erogenous, while you play in me.., you bite me and ****, I'm back to moan like crazy, to feel so harmonious in my caves...; today I woke up playing with your *******, making it In your name, savoring and rub with my hands your mast, and there are suddenly you arrive, at that moment I go and you hit me with desire, I come ah your bed so submissive and delivered, ah!, scream raising your hands to heaven, while I'm enjoying and you like a panther scratching my body, with your hands frantic..., succumb my wishes and my desire on your lips, leaving the honeys of your ***** in me,
Thirsty lips, suffocating me your body, with the swing of my mess and sack of my mouth, with the salty and thick taste of my naked skin, it's your phallus, your prayer and your God!, so exquisite and so sweet, that That today I deliver to you, like the sunrise that in you leave....
Leo Janowick Nov 2018
Today I woke up with those desire to write,
In your body my lyrics about your photo
Today I'll start, explore. Your body with my tongue warm.. and wet between your mind and your body, so that you feel in the corners, deeper like nights,,
Today I write with the soul of my being, describing every part of you....
Among my lips, succumb to the groans, of l pleasure among them....
Today I woke up with the cravings, crazy to leave the prints of my scent,
Impregnated with my smell in you taxed companies in gold letters,
I will leave a thousand forms of deliveries hello lived under the custody of your gaze by observing the low instincts, of my wickedness between my lips, feeling in every whimper squirm like the flames of hell
I am the tempest that calms your thirst, of your being....
I'm the one who's volcano throwing the ashes, the woman resurfaces,,..
Between her licking the flavors of your body, I'm the one who moans and makes you vibrate
The memory and the fragrances.. of your body inflame my senses, wake up the revived between my hands she grabbed it delighted **** my lips *******, while you play with me...
You die and **** and I moan again, like crazy.. to feel so harmonious in my body...
Today I woke up playing with my body, in your name.... tasting with my hands, suddenly you arrive in your moment and you sent me with so much dementias.... scream raising your hands to heaven.... enjoying and scratching your body ,, with ms hands frantic, succumb my desire on your lips leaving the honeys of me..
On your lips, thirsty of thirst suffocating your body with the sway of your skin as exquisite as that of your skin as sweet as honey, today I deliver pleasure as the sunrise in you shines
Leo Janowick Nov 2018
Let the wind play with your senses!...
Let the breeze heat your heart!
That in the intense heat, between the windows of your soul, a little bit of breeze, to suffocate the flare that is inside you.

Drop your hair, let the wind play with it.... I will not only the windows of your soul but also leave the doors open...
It doesn't matter that you disorder more than it is.... sighs and also let you steal your breath, kiss the moment, recreate your interior,
It's time!
To Shake your senses, leave a little behind the memories, forget a bit of what you feel....
That you, you are present today!
And die for what you want and know that you can't, throw you in the nostalgia, opaque your heart of unnecessary tears.

Laugh, dance like the wind, caress your moment and be happy... so life gives you and gives you in every today.
Leo Janowick Nov 2018
Come enjoy together
Of these lips
That die
For feeling your kisses
That every one I feel your breath
Wish to bite
To every encounter
Kiss me with passion
That I order
That your night is your
Greater illusion and your best wish
Leo Janowick Nov 2018
It is this my extreme desire, in the urgency of my fantasies, with the grey of your lustful madness, there is a need in me to possess in your body completely, millimeter to millimeter and in every existing and non-existent reality, also, for I am an extremely ****** demon, metaphor of your desire and passion, which becomes a cluster of words, is my declaration of love and my invitation to *** for I am your multiple Venus, your Gypsy ******, your Eva strumpet, your wild female, My Angel and demon..., you I am the desire, temptation, and rendition in you, that that is only for me, you exchange the perverse and lustful guest of your women's forms, with the pagan ashes and dreams of my tormented Skin...., oh, my God, have mercy on me!, is it lust or madness? Or are both at the same time?, maybe, I don't know!, your little girl a thousand beings chained in my body; there is a strange scent of Jasmine and juggling in my rooms; here in this tartar, which is my room, In the ether of these walls; there is a perfume, that of your divine presence, for; being i taciturn, you come to me, as I go to my dreams, between realities and worldly fantasies, in that dream of my faded wickedness, I am Profane and pagan!, for a moment I am with a hidden scapular, praying maybe with the longing to possess me, but; there is cruelty, since the image of you in brain hugs me and this way leads me to accept my captivity ; in this uncertain hour of my living, since it reminds me and commemorates my desire of you, as an urgent need of my flesh; there in the twilight of the night, you dress of offerings for me, forget about the debts you have With God, I compassionate and full of lust, fight against your divine body, without more and without being your enemy, I offer the moisture of your skin, in this broken and scratched sunset, for; I give you the privilege of quench the Hunger of my pleasures, while I steal yours, about the wrapping of your forms full of mazes, at this moment that we are you and I United, since I know, that like you, others have brought accumulated fevers, angels lit and demons Hidden, I know that you crave the bite of my kiss, the punishment of me, and my forgiveness to punish your dwelling with my insatiable lust....
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