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not easy to talk to you, when time just slips away and your absence dominates every moment of my day.

Yes, I admit ... when your eye comes to mind later in ecstasy, I feel shivers down the body that make me feel alive. But I dropped in a game, your, which is becoming more dangerous, overwhelming, fatal ... but a conviction that I would not trade for anything in the world and now you know why?

Because thou hast revived the soul, you made me smile, zest for life and the importance of understanding that certain relationships should be taken calmly and delight, with all the time and reason in the world.

So I figured out how to talk to you ... leaving the heart to write ...

Surely you will be the first one that I will never forget ...

You're my good luck or the price I feel I pay ...

You're Liga's songs that I sing forever here, but you're also the air in summer, cold winter, the beautiful spring and autumn magic, one where it all began.

You know me slavery and freedom ... You can create bright days or buii.

You are the mirror where I can reflect the real me and my ideas ...

You are intrasigente and unpredictable.

You are perhaps too much love since the shadow back to the past until next Starmie overcome all fear ...

You're the only one that I will not give up, surviving next to you, for years fought adversity and future ...

You are smiles and tears to take shape in my dreams .........

Thou art form and madness, magic in the coherence, reality in fiction ...

're the exception to the rule not described, but never deducted alive.

you the timeless fossil dug, filled with memories, wisdom and culture.

Are you a book from which I draw the words you read, your thoughts can only make me proud of my life belong to you and grateful to have you put in my way unconsciously.

hence my silence to say your name, or probably will not need to do it because you already know that I speak only of you.

If you doubt, if you think about it too, if you ask too much then it means that I do not know enough ..... Maybe you never really know.

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He writes at times to forget, others because you have to tell. Roads seen, anime crossed with our dreams, skidding tough, maybe you write for the cold or felt the emptiness that fills. But sometimes you write because you have no more than this half ...

A direct way to put a road between the soul, the heart and the words, read many times that maybe they know of a distinctly different flavor.

your eyes I knew white ice. Your hands, touch, had the marks of those who in time has already 'had to take the worst of life. Now you expect only the best.

are days when I touch with my hand winding change. Radical. This may owe to the fact that m'influenzi life, even if you believe anything. Yet it is so. I will be more natural woman with the charm of libido and I'd never thought of having, or that maybe I had forgotten?

I do not know ... I just know that your eyes could not even time to break away from mine, that I watched you proud. E 'damn true: beauty has nothing to talk about the emotions, the ways, words and even the silences. And he looks slow, endless. "Make a fool ......... stupid rat face ....."

Sure enough, when I feel I'm sad, not to do it. When I hear that gladly would throw in the towel just to rest a bit 'mind in a long day of sleep .. come to make me laugh.

additions to teach, give orders, delicious. You get to make you feel when you need it, and when you want to miss. You arrive at the point groped the only possible approach you think might get closer to you, that of jealousy. Ma .. you know ... now I am resigned to your troubles ...

And now I pray you kiss me again, as had been the first time. When your hands, grabbed my head, my body ... sweeping away the uncertainty, innocence, fear, remembrance and the indifferent gaze of passers-by ... I felt your flavor mix with my ... Closed our eyes because we like living a dream ........... So kiss me again with that your coat is always open, closed because you do not like .. as time steals second that emotion of a string around my left arm they will carry the words .........

... But you also take away my lipstick ...

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My hair used to be grabbed from your hand, because you may have leisure to direct my head where you want.

My eyes remain lowered until you like, or to be blindfolded, or to see what 'that you deign to show me.

my nose to smell anything that smacks you, to what good we can create with our sweat and moods mixed with one another.

My ears are to hear your sweet words, your firm convictions but also to satisfy your orders. ;

My mouth, you'll need, because it is open to only your sign, and may be violated by all this' you want. It may also serve to kiss and adore your skin, your taste and everything else you want ... but not only
My voice will speak for answers to your questions, to serve, to make I yell out the cause.

My body is yours, and you can use it to the best that you want to hear your every time you want to savor it for the belt which you give me signs obvious, your hands in contact with my buttocks mingles with crackling sound in each beat, your computer games that have become mine too.
Aspiring dreams of a relationship that I hope will not ever m'abbandonerà.
Among the many top secret lustful desires, he won a game among many,
unexpected ...
continues to leave marks in the soul ...
But most of all: the body, a sign of your passage,
sign of your possession,
sign of my total belonging to you.

My soul of slave

now free and enslaved,

between delusions and desires,

repressed desires to make room

to new frontiers, new barriers.

My skin slaves,

hours heals slowly,

in the folds of that pain

relentless and exquisite

of which only our two bodies

shape they know the dance.

My slave cavity,

now ready to rest,

in those nights longed

desirous of your member

that brazen and insatiable entered

sweet and brutal at the same time.

Where did claw deep breath,

where the wind dried up the wait,

lay helpless there, ready for your use.

ready for any sort of game,

of challenge or obstacle to overcome.

Happy to receive this pain

that only you can cause in me.

brim like the blade of a knife,

poised between hope and the few forces

incessant desire to bow to your wishes

and be more fair.

Freed from the tyranny of life,

solemn condemnation of a to be left alone,

judged and common among many women.

But I'm not a woman.

have something that belongs to you.

As such, it is amazing,

just because your selfish ego chose.

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Sometimes, a false step is to figure out how to walk and after you take away ... Need a stumbling block, then put one foot behind the other and do not fall, no more, this time to find a balance and learn to walk well alone. And it is a great achievement. I hardly think that now, except the memories.

Many times, I prefer food with silence, the fantasies of those who think they know me really. Yes, because I want to see how far they go in imagine my form and then advise them to a short career. How much is enough
but the silence? How to tell where the line is thin between net and shut up and leave out the truth?

I do not omit the truth. If someone asks I say sincerely. I have nothing to lose, but to someone that's not enough, and then you just have to remain silent, continuing for a minimum one-way road ahead is that of life. Also because, let's face it bluntly, who really loves you there's always been and always will be. There's even before you. And there is no line or unwillingly, there not to love or accept you for who you are. There is just, and will follow you wherever you'd like too.

So to you, I can only give a sincere advice:

If you want to be happy, if you want to be free, learn to love. To love and be loved. Learn to trust, even if you fall and make you fall a thousand times. Learn to fly with the feelings and heart, learn to appreciate the little things and big things. Learn to reciprocate without fear of rediscovering lost or too fragile and emotional ... but above all, to enjoy what you get in this, stop thinking the past or the future. Build yourself only with the person next to you.

But I'm just a girl who still has much to learn to grow.

"I will remember you for life, and you'll remember me. Just as we remember the twilight, window wet with rain, things that we will always with us because we can not have them. "
(Brida - Paulo Coelho)

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Reflection of real, symbolic, BDSM relationship.

have a BDSM relationship, by a slave, is to have the constant fear of disappointment and emotional hurt that may result from the failure of that relationship. However I understand that experience is more than understandable anxiety and fear, considering the fact that it gives your body, your spirit, your heart and your love in the hands of someone else.

A frightening prospect that raises the fear of physical suffering but also mental.

This is certainly true during the initial phase and for people who engage for the first time, but also for all those who have just completed a "story" catastrophic permeated with the memory of pain, suffering and distress.

For one, however, feels dominant, then the whole difficulty lies in neutralizing the guards and the defensive barriers that traumas and fears that have passed have brought forth in the slave, doing everything possible not to rise again in the new report. ;

But since every single report, the systematic comparison and reproduction are not applicable or desirable. The Ruling does not suffer the burden of past experience, but will have to know to ensure the existence and reinsurance, decolpevolizzare and rebuild on the ruins of the sometimes painful past.

It therefore has a unique responsibility, very difficult to Faced with this task, and the fear he generates. It is only through communication that the fears will begin to dissipate ... ..

The slave, for its part, has the responsibility to communicate his concerns are the dominant to listen, take account, understanding and reassuring. It should be reiterated that a collar is not a guarantee that that relationship will remain forever.

BDSM relationships are very personal and are built on a progressive development through the expansion of each entity. Thus, the changes sometimes lead to separations and new wounds as the mutual adaptation is not adequate. Once past the barrier of choice and the gift to another, which is not quite simple, the risk of disappointment is still lurking. Perhaps it is good to hope that during the evolution of a pair is just growing together in every area and the role that can be aspirated to a lasting relationship and less painful to break.

I waited in the realm of pleasure, where my fantasies with you materialize.

you look inside of me where you are the absolute master of my excitement.

T'addenterò and continue to do so, because it's easy to live my life with you when you're next.

forbidden dreams I want to know that some can achieve only by your side.

Other still unknown and unexplored.

So, naively, I would like your breath, feel like a flame that burns me up.
like your wicked thoughts, your dream, your intimacy.

I want to be your object, your wife, your lover, your slave.
like your skin wound, the envy of my past, the temptation of a transformed remorse.
like seeing the dark, fear of a caress, a tear of joy, the 'orgasm prohibited.
I want you to be Me, the only madness of my forgiveness.

Yesterday I wanted to talk to you, the words were there, hanging on the tip of my tongue, to tell you that I felt lost, I felt insecure, I felt weary of the situation, you understand me now, without hesitation, without too many unnecessary words.

Do you understand that I needed protection, attention, that you were present.
And you've been there. Grossly, but you've been there.

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