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My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
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Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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NATACHA_J's Scoop
About me:
DEMISEXUAL & DOMINATRIX, by nature
Who I'd like to meet:
I have not stopped thinking about you,
I’d love to tell you.
I would like write to you and say that I would go back,
that I miss you
and I think of you.
But I do not look for you.
I do not write you, even hello.
I do not know how you are.
And I miss knowing it.
You have plans?
Did you smile today?
What did you dream?
do you go out?
Where are you going?
Do you have dreams?
Have you eaten?
I’d like to be able to look for you.
But I dont have the force.
and neither do you.
And now we wait in vain.
And we think about each other.
remember me.
remember that I think you,
That you do not know but I live you every day,
That I write about you.
but remember that looking and thinking are two different things.
And I think you
But I’m not looking for you.
(C. Bukowski)
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THE BLADE (The Loving Servant Knight's Chant)
I will be
the blade by your side,
the protector in the night,
the whispers on the wind,
the moons shadow watching over you,
your hearts beat
and your souls hidden place
be my lover
be the one I seek in nights cool embrace
be the one who's arms I die in
be my anchor in this world and the next
be the one who makes me want to sin
be my sugar and lace
I want the soft embrace of your skin
Your kiss of shadows
The look of smoldering passion
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"L’assenza dell’oggetto amato fece sì che l’amore si estinguesse, un po’ alla volta. Il rimpianto fu soffocato dall’abitudine e quella luce d’incendio che imporporava il suo pallido cielo si coprì sempre più d’ombra e gradatamente scomparve." (Gustave Flaubert)
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