Black Love

The Story

? The sun's rays of the morning burnt my eyes, as the last farewell and the last caress caressing my hair, kissing the curves on the goose-unhappy body of my love, and iztrpvah from every touch, knowing that for the last time you kissed me there... And the sunset, when it falls late in the evening, I did a bit of lip like the night you Looked at me avidly and inflamed me Love, that black love that Burns me like whiskey in your hand... Hi, I want to ask what you think about this texture, I tried, I put a lot of feelings and heart, sadness. I hope you realize what I wanted to say. There are a lot of mistakes and it is not structured properly. Please help. Thanks

Last Updated
September 24, 2020
Author:
kathelinam

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