Pursang Female...
17 sep, 00:53
Irma, My Waussie...
Her eyes look and speak like her book, I read them practical, So i dream away. We share the intensity, On that same line, I read easily the part, So fine. Secretly follow my eyes her movement, Still on that couch, Wine glass in her hand, O My.. So elegant, It seems almost Ecstasy, Feels so Heavenly, And try humming " When the lady smiles.. And she does.
How she moves her voluptuous female body, Wow..Picturesque she hangs on the couch, It's to crazy so beautiful. Every moment as I see her lips touch the glass, Tasting the sweet wine and enjoying that moment of life. With her near-perfect body sizes. So blatantly heavenly, And as she naughty laughs at me. She is so beautiful, Like a night on Antibes beach, With a glowing Moon, But I would rather like to say a stylish woman from provence, Wich straight out of the painting at the Musée Picasso stepped, So sensitive.
She wants eye contact with me, Her sigh, What's going on here, We both Understand, Along elevated above that point. Looking intense deep in her luscious damn beautiful eyes. And see her dreams about true passion, Affection, With the lure of love. And imagine us sitting on Aveneu Max Maurey at La Jabotte, We both.. I embrace her careful, Tender and resigned, Taste the taste of wine on her mouth without aphrodisiac... O my Isis, Pursang female. no doubt about it
Irma, My Waussie.... Vous êtes femme pursang, Trésor
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Stir it Up...
10 sep, 01:24
Irma, My Waussie,
It seems like a fireplace, That burning desire..Sweetie. I want to receive your love my beauty, Your body temperature warms me further on, Drenching us in lust and sensuality full of love, All night. The arrival of body-mind Ya I know, The spirituality, You hate it. Warm glow, Her soft hands, Jeez that fire of passion, So noisy beautiful. It makes me damn week, That sweet feeling, A simple willing prey, Thinking to numerous fantasies and enjoying the intense hugging .
So near the fire like my desire. Pearls come upon our body, By sweat sliding down silhouettes, Of french kissing shadows on the wall. Feeling and smelling the temptation, These inspiration, Those passion of spitting and crackling fire.The fire just like my desire. Almost unbearable. Sorry but I appreciate that woman, Those who I still absolutely adore with love. Maybe bored the poetry for love, My pen starts to writing as soon as I think of you, And I thinking of those beautiful radiant blue grey eyes who glistening like silver, Along your divine silky blonde hair,
And look deeply to me, Just like back then. I get wet eyes by you, You are still that sweet whopper flame for me, Also so a mystic woman. To see your femininity, Wow you're a walking afrodite. It stands for beautiful solid Lady Yes almost like divine beauty so beautiful to me. Sometimes listen to the whisper of your heart, It says more, Mine cries out loud your name, And truly no regret. I keep trying to stir up your love.
Irma, My Waussie...We can to stir up...My beloved one.
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Called love...
3 sep, 01:16
Irma, My Waussie,
No girl, It's your own fault really, Yes dear you own fault, But you can do anything about it, That you look so damn beautiful and tempting to me,
A super femininity property and gracefully, Just simply a damn attractive woman so. Don't be angry about it. Dearest.. It looks like that search for, But I still feel a bonfire in my heart when I think of you, And feel that Whopper flame with her silky blond hair, And light silver grey tinted eyes. Shiny as diamond so beautiful, Damned It feels like i looked yesterday, In her eyes. While her pleasant sweet body Perfume odor,Tickles my nose.
I love you as the lady in red, Which dances in the november rain, Or who,s swings on the paradise dashboard light music, And I hope it all coming back to you now. You know I will do anything for your love, Listening to the sound, Enjoying the golden earring radar love over again, But I'm alone and think of you and that sometimes with eyes wet. While I listen to Hall and Oates and fall asleep to music of Lisa, Dreaming to you my dear. She looks like a winning lottery ticket, I don't need to win, You just make me happy, That is enough for me... This seems to be a perfect day, Far away but close to my heart,
Irma, My Waussie, It's the sound of silence,Called love...
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It,s Magic
27 aug, 01:00
Irma, My Waussie..
Your appearance is so gracefully with an elegance, Where you shows, How you can maintain. I missed you and felt an intense deep emptiness. For lack of a better term in poetry, I will dig deep into the past of love, My love for you.. Real love..Magical women. Daily drifted I away thinking about you, Standing on waves of dreams, A night long, Till the daylight is there. I stand in the dunes, Look at the clouds, While the wind blows to my head and the likely thought blows away doubts. I hunt all night, A kind of manager of my own dream which is illustrated,
And at the same time slowly is sinking into the sea at Antibes. It's a dream never ended and I know that you know for sure, I got and felt the sign of love, And remember well our conversations. I'll take you to Antibes or anywhere you want to go, It seems that you're just afraid of the jump in the dark, But don't be afraid I take you by the hand and lead you with the flashlight, And lots of love along the Antibes beach... Till breakfast is ready. I don,t understand the woman sometimes, But it's that one, The one that can make and break .. Everything she does it,s magic .... Just that one...
Irma, My Waussie ...Are still you...
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It remains...
20 aug, 01:18
Irma, My Waussie,
I saw you for the first time, We looked at each other. I thought Jeez what happened to me well again, Are dreams come true. Your voice and laugh, Hit me like an arrow, With love straight through my heart. Then I said what I felt, Intended for you only, It is true sweetie. It is too good to be true to being, Whille you wake up next to me. I Would try to read your thoughts, Sweetie, You get nothing deficit. No, Here we will not regret treasure, Though you know sometimes it does. It is too good for a dream so if you want to continue. Please stay. You looks at me with your Dear laugh, That didn't feel like no. Jee after all these years of time, I felt shocked. My heart surged rampage, Because you are still look fantastic.
French you everywhere no matter where, Until you feel the rhythm of my heart. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, And then look at your picture. Then I day dream of us both in Antibes, It gives a nice feeling. It would be too good to be true, As you wake up next to me. Then I view you thoughts, So I never do something to you briefly. I will never regret you treasure. Believe me dear. All thought of though. But it remains too good to be true, If you pops up next to me when I wake up. Why you cried then sweetheart, While you left moved and said goodbye. While you knew, That my heart would be moved along with you. Out of love.
Irma, My Waussie... Sweetie.. You took the biggest part of me..
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Stay always, Always will...
13 aug, 01:09
Irma, My Waussie,
Wet glittering eyes and a sweet smile, Was all I saw that day. The most beautiful sounds were not as nice as your voice. As soon as You knocked on my door, I thought, Jeez.. "that's she". That everything is so beautiful, So amazing and yet so separate. Forgive me my weakness dearest, But I don't know why, I feel that touch of love. When I think of you Sweetie. I get that feeling time and time again. If you messing in my mind . After all these years are you that ghost no longer. It seems you Bewitched my heart and soul with you beauty and love. Made my day a kind of confused.. Your voice, Your smile and your eyes.
Not to mention you appearance and beautiful silky blonde hair. And than you relight my fire again darling..Wauw what a feeling. Afther I heard the story. That let me trembling. It looked like my heart was ripped out there. That story about you was the worst thing I ever heard. Until I had almost forgot,The love for you stayed always in my heart. I have always loved you, Even with that wall built around me. Well maybe it gives you some power ore courage. And remember all this poem was made with all my heart, Soul and love. It is dedicated to the one I ever realy loved.. dearest, You Il est dit à Antibes, que vous êtes pour moi, Pour moi, Pour moi, formidabele...Mon cher..
Irma My Waussie.. always...
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The dear you...
6 aug, 01:19
Irma, My Waussie,
Grab my hand and let the music drive us. Along the Avenue of the passion across the corner of seduction. To the square of affection and desire, To Hotel petit Castel. Okay the heart of Antibes I know, But romantic, Because, I'll take your hand, To walk along the beach. Conversations with depth, Passion with feelings, But especially talk with love and deep respect, Sweetheart. Talking to You late into the night, Until the morning sun appears again. And then come sit with me,Your arms around me and hold me firmly really tightly.
That night shows your face her true face, The dear you, With wide bright shiny beautiful smile, And light twinkling eyes. Our Lord of heaven was certainly on holiday in my prayer, When I told him that I loved her, That is almost certainly. I will never deny my love for you, Definitely not. But look rather proud with elevated head, Dearest. Sweetie i,am maybe no superman, Rather the yosemite, Who says he is still loves you, With all the love that he posses. And if it rains on Antibes Beach, Then walk with me under my umbrella, Cozy and at least romantic sweetheart.
Irma, My Waussie, To good to be forgotten,Love..
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Nothing is against..
30 jul, 01:29
Irma, My Waussie,
I lived a simple life but sometimes simple is the best. The best things in your life are simple, Suddenly it was no longer so simple. It seemed as if I lived in a land of Thunder and lightning, What I meant to say. This is a way in which I write and tell. That I look, In a small corner of my heart. And hope you sneaky still feels my love. Sweetie. I'd had enough of a life without you, Maybe I don,t deserve you to love. But I.ll beat on your door tonight, If you need help to.. En tell you.
I would do everything. To you as comfortable as possible, Really comfortable. You are standing on a pedestal by me don't be afraid. Falling over you can not, Because I'm there to catch you, And put you back on that pedestal, My dear, Nothing is against all odds, Love is not a tile, But an intense feeling ... That fire is not yet quenched, The passion that longs for you, For me an divine feminine body.. With charisma.
Irma, My Waussie, You still the one I love...
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Cordiality...
23 jul, 01:12
Irma, My Waussie,
Your look those eyes, Your body your soul, That has wiggly me. Hands they squeezing and beat gently, For me so well known. My love was only for you intended. Sweetie.. Your warmth, Your aura. They make me both happy. Yes, You are that ' Femininity itself ' To me.
Cordiality reminds me of you, My pen writes easily over your love. Every time I meet you at midnight, I sleep but dream of yours. Sometimes I wish I had never meet you ore your love dear. So be it. And with my eyes closed, I wander off to dreamland. Where you actually looks even more beautiful than you already are.
In your eyes I saw things, Which I had never seen before. I saw a heart that is slowly opened, Hopefully it has quietly let me in. And who loves me as much as I love her, A lot. I do not hesitate. Treasure, I recognize you even with my eyes closed, Afterall...You are.. The goodlooking lady Sweetheart...
Irma, My Waussie, The one I still love...
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Someone shooting with love …
16 jul, 01:19
Irma, My waussie,
My hidden love that I can't express it. Stays around whirl with questions without answers. Why can everyone not just the same. Sure, I feel love.. Still on her.. The love of my life. I won't give my love just to someone else. I'll keep searching for a solution to the value in me, And when ill find will you tap on my window, Or knock on my door. You no, I want you to make you feel beautiful.. Sweetie. Dearest I try to do something about it. But I can,t, I miss you just around the clock, My dear.
Wanna hold you in my arms, To Hug, Kiss and feel the affection, Passion and desire deaf by you beauty, Still remains to be done. I sometimes think that it should be this way, But also that it is better, Basically you're always with me, My heart rhymes always a poem, From my love for you time and time again. But if you think loving you is wrong, Ok than i wont be right, On a love full way I,ll always feel the same way what ever road you may be on, My love is there wherever you may be. It's not your body but the femininity, Your look.. That is you power of passion, My dear, Thats the power of your beauty.
Irma , My Waussie, With bulletproof love for you, It will always remain.
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Body language..
9 jul, 01:08
Irma, My Waussie,
My eyes, The are open doors, Leading you straight to my heart into my soul. It looks like I see that you're body language says, I want love, Passion and affection, From someone who knows what I wants to feel. Not just only physical contact. But love deeply straight from the heart... You no that my love is sleeping in a corner to cold and long, Until you take it there. Bring it back where it belong, Please.. Wake those heavenly feelings, Don,t let it sleep, Never again.
If you sad and cries at night, To hide your pain and fears, Don't think that i can feel or hear you, It can,t you walk on my path of love. Sometimes it only takes one good few, To bring back wonderful feelings and good memories of yours, It cals, Love... Remember nothing compares with you, Believe me Dearest...Nothing, Stop thinking... My love, Lay down your head, Where your heart takes you, Follow your road to the one who,s love,s you deeply treu...Ill be there for you...
Irma, My Waussie, With open arms and Love..
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Painful love …
2 jul, 01:39
Irma, My Waussie,
Sorry for my love, And my feelings for you. And what I have done to you with my love. This was not what I meant, Definitely not what I wanted. But what I wanted to say, O heaven I still love you. Maybe it brought you in doubt, Because my love is real. Probertly what to run smoothly for you.. But, How should I say otherwise. That I so much love you.
It's better to have an emergency exit in your heart. To escape the pain and distress ,But no, That's not there. You are still the fire that burns within my soul. Is it a crime Afrodiet, That I love a fantastic woman. But if loving you is wrong, Then let me be the bad boy. Hold me like you find it necessary ... In mind, I find you in everything around me, No other ...Not one. Ore are you just a painful love of a beautiful illusion.
Irma, My Waussie... Then i am your loving ilusionist...
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a mystery that woman..
25 jun, 01:37
Irma My Waussie,
Flashes you showed me. Pieces of your life path. Handfuls of dreams, One of which I had in my arms. Deep in your eyes I saw the sparkle of your heart and soul. When I fell for you as a block. That Angel without wings. But are all those moments, Of the woman that you are. Because in your smile shelter secrets that I still don't recognize. I have lost a part of my heart. In the deepest oceans of you soul. Yes. You are one, Two times more,Than three times that lady.
Damn ... How could that be, Though you are a heavenly beauty, A four times Lady Angel without wings. You give me power, It feels like I'm one and a half horse. Something you never would have thought, Jeez treasure what I love you. Why do you have such a contagious laugh, My dear. Even though the air does not always shining blue, That makes nothing, Because I love you. And I would say, If the lady smiles.. Let it be to me.
Irma, My Waussie, I stil feel and see that same lady...
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Feel my Pride...
25 jun, 01:17
Irma, my Waussie,
I hold you,re hand, When we walk on that beach. Say you call beautiful, Instead of pretty tasty. I'll just kiss on your forehead. And calling back, If you just hang up the phone. Wants to stay awake, Just to see how you fall asleep. Says that you are beautiful without makeup, And mean it. Your body odor smells like perfume to me, Its recognizable. To the minute tells how much he cares about you. And against his acquaintances says full Pride, look this is her, The love of my life, My confidant, My pride, My beloved one.This is what I will say, About you, It feels so and
Cause its true.
Irma, My Waussie, My heart respects you..
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Paint the Mona Lisa again...
18 jun, 01:59
Irma, My Waussie..
My painting is ready,A dream in perspective. The distance colored with wishes and desires. Your dominates the foreground and drapes your shadow. On Antibes Beach, In the fraying on the horizon. As if I ever started with you, A coarse brush, Full of appetites in zones that do not want to rest. You got suddenly in, And down-trodden the structures, And faded the background until you masterfully stood in front.
Force eyes to watch, While your attitude silence demands. With a smile being considered, Because your body gets all the attention, Okay, Do you no now why I write, Like a painting. I paint like feelings, Inspired poetic by your,Love.. I've always known, That my love is nothing forgotten.
Irma, My Waussie, For me you,re nicer than the Mona Lisa...
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Clamped love...
18 jun, 01:42
Irma, My Waussie,
In the mirror of my soul, Probably can you not see the tears. Because of my love for you. Deeply hidden, Protected.. As a pearl oyster grown in time. With an armor around me, But do you see my heat. In my dreams I lose that armor lost by your femininity. You were the spring of my life, I saw you often rays. 't Were sparks of diamond jewelry that appeared.
Deeply affected by your female beauty.. An Angel. You Stole My heart and soul and then suddenly disappeared. In the silence of my dreams am i in tears of sorrow. I put it away in the deepest of my soul. And in the deepest depth of my heart darling. The place were you will always have my love. Always.. Into the void where you, My dear diamond, Has clamped.
Irma My Waussie... its really clamped love....
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Dance darling
11 jun, 01:47
Irma, My Waussie,
This is no Ordinary love, That’s for sure. Because i,m still in love after all these years. I,ll have always a beautiful day, When I see you,re smile, On that damned wonderful pictures of yours. And your voice sounds like a happy song into my ears, To listen. And when I think of you, It feels that i,ll can flying whiteout wings. But when I,am whit my feed back on the ground, I feel like that fool again. The footsteps on the dance floor reminds me Darling of you, And the Rappers delight, To see you,re moves when I close my eyes for a second.
Sometimes, I sitting and thinking of you, Still feels the tears and grief. Then breakdown and cry for a moment, Because of my love for you. It shows me that your have broken me, And it,s leave me in pain. But still my darling, I,ll singing That happy song, From the sugar hill gang, My heart still drums the rhythm and while I sleeping at night.. smiling, I,ll see you dancing on the rappers delight, Swinging one more again, love
And I,ll think, My darling, Why does everyone so mysterious about, His beloved one, Say honestly to her I love you, Darling..
Irma, My Waussie, just like I say, I Do love you....
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Never give up.
4 jun, 01:45
Irma, My Waussie,
Would it ever happen for once. A dream that ever becomes a reality. Something I never expected. Probably it is better to continue to dream. But has dreams makes sense. We torture ourselves, I don’t no it for a moment. Because it hurts, Deeply, That’s for sure. The thoughts for a while know it no more. What should I do. Move on, Or giving up. Can love not just passing. Just like flu. Unfortunately, Life is not that simple. You are a natural mystic.. Dearest. On a gentle way you can hopefully feel my love for you. But one thing I can do, And put it at my Tattoo . That I never Quit, Give up, Or loss,My love for you...
Irma, My Waussie, Cause I still do...
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Lonely heart...
4 jun, 01:29
Irma m,n Waussie.
I search for you,re eyes, To see myself, You,re hand to feel my own heat, Ill find in you what is not there... Maybe, But rain has washed me away,
Anti glare me in thin waters, Sunlight vaporized my anonymous The wind wears slowly my resistance, Eroding the years steadily, Wears out to my reminder, My life by fragmentation, Breathable days long, Passing me on, You,re hands feel... But recognize, Only the coldness of a lonely heart, A vaguely memory of someone, You were looking for a probing search, To the heat, Love, Passion and desire, Which one was not by distance, Allowed,
Irma m,n Waussie....Despite no possible doubt, But I still love you sweetie, I really mean it...
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Your enemy true love...
28 mei, 02:02
Irma, My Waussie,
Running on the beach and I think of you. To the beautiful moments because I love you. Already looking to the shining sunset. And then I know that we are always together. I walk on the beach and see your fantastic smile. Again in mind , and your glistening eyes. And everywhere I am, Believe me, There are you. I felt the power in me, The light, Only by your love.
There will always be a place for you in my heart. as long as I'm alive ... Believe me my dear. I look back on those days, I see your picture, Your face, Almost breathless enjoying, Because my feeling for you. Still, I'm blessed with you which I knew in my life..Woman. And I will always be there for you.. Sweetheart.. Your enemy.. Is at most, My true love for you. No more and no less, God knows that it is true.
Irma, My Waussie, This love remains valuable...