5 Month Old Baby Phlegm In Throat

looked away in three minutes


I apologize for not falling in love with you. There is no reason
doubt it that way.
And if I have to pay this horrible solitude.
I do not get to choose who I love.
is trite, but it's the best excuse I get.
And I admit I miss the opportunities presented to the destination.
You can be happy, there are few reasons to laugh.
're better than you think.
Is it a mistake, is a decision no exits, no end?.
do not know. But I miss your smile, your early-morning meal, flash your touch, your kiss passengers. But I miss you.
accept the selfishness of my heart.
I give it all and you respond with conditions:
can not meet requirements, clauses difficult to please. Limitations
leave you blind in a forest of circumstances that can not grasp. The
gave everything and did not give you anything. There are no recipes to be enamored.
Do your part and you believed every one of my false promises.
let you fool with the brightness of eyes that looked the other way.
There was blood flowing in me.
You're spending the time and the better you get tired of waiting.
There are words in my mouth that will not ever hear.

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Poem

I had for three minutes, eternal moment.

So far, undaunted, past perfect and present unparalleled as a correction of my mistakes in the future of verbs full of questions.

The same smile, a little longer, experience gained, sustained kisses and joys experienced. The first impression was blind, the nerves could not watch you. In your neck veins bulged twinkling of waiting and phone eyes up and down alongside a sensual do not know what everything around you.

Green was not as touching. I prefer to see and then touch. On the street, in the car, in bed, at table, in the chair.

And do not understand anything because I just heard the silence of your eyes, almost orange, they said a little bit of everything and anything. Again, I heard little or nothing while watching your eyes almost orange, like the sun but cold, like fruit, but sweeter. Seeking and not found. As nonsense words: vanity, window, dreams, eyes, yeah your eyes, almost orange, like fruit, like the sun.

appeared and disappeared in three minutes and returned with the urgent need to see you again, actually reading you. As usual, opening your window day and night of madness and intelligence, that mix of flavors that you waste with your fingers, giving me food for virtual renaissance in the box that comes with my loneliness. The hate both but not leave you alone, which allows me to dream of the company of your eyes, almost orange, those, like fruit, like the sun. The reason for seeking your attention, ask permission to talk and know more. A surreal experience I have in anxiety and fatigue became almost see your eyes oranges, these, the fruit, the sun, which I recorded in a poem of three minutes.

Short but sincere, simple, ethereal dreams.

Futanari Operation Manga

still saying these things ... I hope I'm wrong ...

At home, at about 4am, I leave as a gentleman.

- Let me know when you get
- Ok

5 minutes later, driving the way back home the phone rings. I see his name, it sounds again and no longer resumes. And now?

back under him.

- Hello
- Are we there yet?
- Nah! just go on ...

And that was the beginning. We talked until I got home. I parked the car and keep talking. I went on and on. I threw myself on the couch to continue talking. She in her bed about to sleep. And I:

- ... and at this point would be the phone to be by your side in bed, talking to the ear ...
- So you're talking in your ear ...
- You know what I mean ...
- Come on, keep saying these things and one of these days I say take your tiliches and away to live together
- Hahahaha

one in my time out, walked, was known, went to the movies and picked up before going to live together.

Snif!

never in my time I spent over an hour on the phone.