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Making love is to traverse the trails of the soul, a soul groping another soul, unfolding veils, discovering the deep, penetrating the hidden, unhurried gently ... because soul crystal fabric, should be played in lightness, palpated with Softening ... until the body discover each of their functions.

When the breakthrough happens is that the act of love begins.
The hands slide over the curves, as if touching the clouds, the mouth goes likes waking up and pulling, causing the flavors, drinking the sap that flows from springs flowing in the gifts, it is the curves in conjunction loving.
Make love (...) is born again, tightening the embrace without choking on that silent kiss the seat screaming, climbing the stairs that lead to heavenly joy. (...)
Fit bodies, souls tinted ... He became the Ecstasy! This is the moment of peace ... is the writing of serenity!
And lovers step in taking eons!!