You are my Paradise

Just thinking about the warm heat of your lips, the beauty of your eyes, the freshness of your skin the angelic tone of your voice the gentleness of your touch.


The fragrance of your body the smell of your self and your soul along with the caressing sea breeze and the echo in the wind make me sound awake, make me cry.


  • Gisela Guillén

    Lo imaginas muy bien. That’s the way it is

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