Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Into the open love

The blissful fire of love…

Her smell is the one of a young body’s skin…

He will warm up and fill her with passionate desires…

Streets will smile at you with bright colors of a sunny town…

Tombs of those in love will shine with pacific whim as if after the first blessed rain of the Creator…

The eyes will shine with a rainbow of life and light of good…

Inspiring hopes are awaiting you…

You are gentle and calm. All you think about is how to achieve love which turns you into a blooming yellow cereal ear…

Your eyes will spot sweet children who are playing and smiling at you…

The passersby’s clothes will become brighter…

Tree leaves will sing their everlasting fresh summer song about love…

A whirl of new feelings will change your life and you will forget the dull past…

Your hands will fill with energy and nothing will be able to embarrass you…

You will fly like a bird into your opening rosy dawn of love whose pleasure is beyond any comparison…

Your clothes will turn into the skin that her beautiful green eyes can observe, her breast will anxiously breathe and her body will languishingly desire touching…

The moaning of your body will blissfully reach the harmony of sphinxes…

You will assume the spirit of high revival where a man was the god as well as the joyful moment…

You will melt in each other’s bodies greedily and tenderly. You will disappear inside the spring air’s whisper…

You will feel no anxiety during minutes and hours of sweet body togetherness and mind silence…

Flowers weaved out of the scent of love will merge in an unforgettable dance…

Time will subside. The body and the sensual hands will fill with happiness…

In the forefront of joyful days towards the wings of love through the embrace of the pitiful hiding death…

The ones in love may die young – they have a right to do so…

The ashes of grief will not call on you again…

Smiles will freeze on your pure cooling faces…

Wrinkles of time will avoid you…

Breaking waves will sing in your honor…

Worldly birds will give you a farewell flap…

Blessed love will fall asleep together with you…

Taking you in its arms….

 

 

 

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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