He

He wasn't what I could call "The man of my dreams"... But I did have dreams about him. About the things he could do to me... I never got to love him, I was addicted to him. Addicted to his lips and the best kisses ever. Addicted to the way he touch me and the places he touch me. Addicted to his smell and the taste of his skin. He wasn't the sweet & romantic, he was pasionate but careless. I could never see a future together but I liked the way we looked together... naked... I liked the view from 'that' mirror on the top... I liked the way my body fit between his hands and the way he fit between my legs. He was pure passion & enjoyed being with him... I enjoyed maybe too much.

Isn't she a 'doll'

So funny

Caramel me Do me your way

No se lo que me das

No se lo que me das ni lo que haras para tenerme aqui a tus pies bailando el son que marcas tu. Y de tanto bailar y de girar en el mismo lugar me termino de enredar. Y te necesito, tanto que pa' que quiero yo mis ojos si es que no te puedo ver y te necesito, tanto que pa'que quiero yo mi vida si es que en ella no estas tu. No se lo que me das de beber que siempre tengo sed y termino emborrachandome. Y de tanto pensarte una y otra vez, y una vez mas creo que voy a enloquecer. Y te necesito, tanto que pa' que quiero yo mi boca si no te puedo comer y te necesito, tanto que pa'que quiero yo mi vida si es que en ella tu no estas, no se lo que me das. Y cada vez te voy queriendo mas y mas que sera de mi si tu no estas, si tu no estas... no se lo que me das.

Franco de Vita