Use my brushstroke to draw in your mind things you can’t imagine, I am one of those who paint extravagance in detail with elegance and who, when seeing a pure canvas, drools drop by drop don’t try to catch me before you look at the counter the resin has already put you on my wall and it’s that every story is exactly what not many doubt… I am the one who paints the most romantic or tenebrous scene and not on paper or white canvas, in every projected image that is being drawn in you friend reader, come on open yourself so much that I can penetrate your soul with the exquisite smell of whipped cream cake, of jug milk that doesn’t end.It enters you slowly to stay that insatiable sensation that today you want more, you are trapped between the brushstrokes, do you remember that moment of pleasure, that moment where you found yourself hopelessly wrapped in pleasure and madness, do you remember it? you couldn’t stop you moaned deeply and desired with great lust that this wouldn’t end when you passed the first touch, that thin line, you every minute, you looked at their face and leaned in, you came back and didn’t want to stop.Oh! Surprise -that has dripped a little- falls distilling like oil between the brush and the canvas, -sigh- suddenly their heart at a thousand, their breaths increasing, their heartbeats increasing, their face sweating, their body, their arms, their hips, neck and their tender panting voice. You turn off the light in the room, and whisper it’s the moment, you look deeply, and feel how it draws on your face, that smile of extreme pleasure of madness and you continue, you approach little by little again you are entering your memory and savor that pleasure, dilating and dripping, oh it has splashed something on your face again, and it splashes again, in the background you hear –ode to joy– Beethoven ninth symphony and it’s night in the room now it’s you, there is no one else, nothing else is heard, you pour a glass of ?, you stare at the back the chair is still dripping… dear, you and I are the same you and I are us.
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