Something is coming but nothing is going to change neither
my love nor my submissiveness to your sensuous touch. I dare you to tell me
what’s on your mind and not to escape behind triviality. There are uncountable promises
for us to stick together and only few excuses not to follow desire, but you still
haven’t chosen me and it makes me suffer priceless.
When is day I wait for night to come and bring me into honeyed
dreams about your presence; at nights I am longing for days to turn my dreams
into the reality. But dreams are my unconscious eager for you to always be
somewhere around. Close enough to kiss you and far enough not to bother you.
Sweet dreams.
Agnes.
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