Just talk about...

Irma, My Waussie,

This is intended, For that woman who has the key to his heart. The healer of his wounds. Who will takes care of all his sins and wildest fantasies, And to enjoy it to, With pleasure. Meant to sinning so that it beats the night of nights of all passions. A love storm that satisfies both. Not to be alone with the love of shadow on the wall. Or a picture in the darkness.This is for her, She those who recognize it.

There he saw her again. And just hope, She would go with him, To that beach. The warmth of the sand, He knows she love's it. She, It is true love, With the expression of love in her face. Damn, He wanted to go for and with her. Paris, Antibes and, If necessary, Milan. Then he would say good morning without worry, While she asks do you have slept so well, So here with me, At your side.

That scent of, Oh my god what a femininity, So tempting, To maddening. Rather he says nothing more, But preferably much more directly. Tell her face to face, That what he writes, but with not so many words. Ask her, Yes he gives it just plainly, That what he wants is yeah, Just talk about what would interest her, To make her feel, And so experienced, Which both would...,Fascinate.

Irma, My Waussie, To feel real love...