I know at times I have not been the best,
and there were times that I have failed your tests.
There were days when you were oh-so alone,
a couple of sad times with no-one's fault but my own.
I would give you anything I can, anything at all,
I wish I could be there to catch every tear that might fall.
I wish that forever wasn't just a word you say.
I love you, baby, please don't go away.
I may not be your knight in shinning armor, as you see,
but only for you I am being the best I can be.
I love you even more than you know,
you never leave me, you're in my heart wherever I go.
Please kiss me and hold me so tight,
encourage me that things will be all right,
That I am not wrong for loving a person like you,
a person who makes all of my dreams come true.
A true person I am, as I always will be,
I have been very stupid lately, please forgive me.
Give me one more chance, hell, maybe two,
but whatever happens I don't ever want to lose you.
non gridate ai quattro venti che amate, amate e basta. Amate senza chiedervi perchè, amate senza chiedere in cambi nulla, chi state amando capirà e vi amerà a sua volta nella stessa misura. Ma non eccedete in esso, potrebbe avere effetto contrario ed essere abbandonati per eccessivo amore.
do not shout from the rooftops that you love, you love and nothing else. Love without asking why, love without asking for anything in exchange, will understand who are loving and will love you in turn to the same extent. But do not overdo it, could have the opposite effect and be abandoned for excessive love.
Non andate con una donna per le sue tette, non cercatela per come apre il suo tulipano, non svestitela dei suoi abiti, non aprite il suo scrigno celato nel cuore. Lasciate che sia lei a donarvi la chiave dello scrigno, dove sono riposti i segreti del come vorrebbe amarvi, donandovi il suo tulipano e offrendo ai vostri occhi il suo seno marmoreo, dopo aver riposto i suoi vestiti dicendovi "eccomi, come tu mi vuoi"
Do not go with a woman for her boobs, do not search her for how she opens her tulip, do not remove her clothes, do not open the treasure chest hidden in his heart. Let her give you the key to the treasure chest, where she stored the secrets of how she would like to love you, giving you her tulip and offering to your eyes her breasts marble, having put out her clothes by saying "here I am, as you want me"
Stava cucinando il risotto che a lei tanto piaceva. Appena rientrato dal lavoro si era tolto gli abiti e messo una tutina da ginnastica e si era messo ai fornelli. Akmaral era al computer a studiare e di tanto in tanto chiedeva qualche cosa delle cse che stava studiando. Nel sottofondo, come era loro abitudine, una musica tranquilla, rilassante. -Questa sera risotto alla campagnola, signora! Le va bene? -
Non si aspettò nessuna risposta, continuò il suo cuocere il risotto, ma Akmaral si avvicinò a lui, mise le braccia attorno al suo torace e lo strinse a sè.
-mi stai viziando, sai?- Si girò per vederla in viso. Pantaloncini corti, scalza, una maglietta sottile senza nulla sotto. Si baciarono dolcemente sulle labbra.
-Tu cuoci il cibo che far stare me bene non solo nel fisico, ma anche nell'anima. Non lasciarmi senza il tuo cibo, nutrimi tu con il tuo amore, fammi bere dalla tua fonte, io ti porgo il piatto, tu mettici sopra i tuoi frutti ed io li mangerò avida ed affamata...-
prese con dolcezza la mano di lui e se la portò sul seno baciandolo di nuovo, questa volta con passione di entrambi.
Solo l'acre odore della cipolla arrostita li fece distogliere della passione crescente.
Sasha riprese a cucinare sorridendo, ma si accorse che Akmaral aveva lasciato un foglietto vicino ai fornelli: "ho voglia di te, del tuo cibo, del tuo essere uomo, delle tue carezze che mi fanno venire....cucina solo il riso, il dolce lo preparo io per te.."
He was cooking the risotto she liked so much. Just back from
work he had taken off his clothes and put an onesie sneaker and had started a
job in the kitchen. Akmaral was at the computer to study and occasionally asked
something about the things she was
studying. In the background, as was their habit, a quiet music, relaxing. -This
evening risotto campagnola, lady! Is it ok? -
Not expecting any answer, he continued his cook the risotto,
but Akmaral approached him, put her arms around his chest and clutched it to
him.
-You're spoiling me, you know? - He turned to see her face. Wearing
shorts, barefoot, a thin T-shirt with nothing underneath. They kissed each
other gently on the lips.
-You Cook the food that makes me feel good not only physically,
but also in the soul. Do not leave me without your food, feed me with your
love, let me drink from your source, I will offer you the dish, put on your
fruits, and I will eat them greedy and hungry...-
She gently took his hand and raised it on the breast,
kissing him again, this time with a passion for both.
Only the acrid smell of roasted onion made them divert the
growing passion.
Sasha began to cook with a smile, but he realized that
Akmaral had left a piece of paper near the stove: "I want you, your food,
your being a man, your caresses that make my coming.... cooking only rice, I'll
prepare sweet for you.. "
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