Thinking about you…
I can’t express the cravings coursing through my body. I can’t use that direct way of telling me that you want me. I’ll tell you with a photo and, now, can you hurry and come to me?
I can’t express the cravings coursing through my body. I can’t use that direct way of telling me that you want me. I’ll tell you with a photo and, now, can you hurry and come to me?
Ode to good wine. Ode to beautiful women.
A woman and a glass of wine satisfy every need; he who doesn’t drink and kiss is worse than dead.
After all, we know well that wine and women lead even the wise astray.
Do you still wonder why red is considered the colour of Passion?
“Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.”
Nature, as for women, must be listened to with the eyes. If you try to interpret it, it will be impossible for you to grasp its essence