Like your hair feeling in the hand

uarvaouog · Posted: Wed 21:41, 11 May 2011 Post subject: Like your hair feeling in the hand

I stood quietly behind you, carefully looked at each root of your hair. Stud thick black shiny hair, glowing light of youth, bright my heart. With the shadow goes out the window, in the mottled light and shadow, the hair in the scales of times and bright light to come, as the pool was a little ripple [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ripples to waves in my heart, left me feeling Earned so much surprise in my eyes, heart and warmth with Tianshi.
I gently pull your hair lighter in hand, the slightest cool [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Shun Shun skateboarding, such as black waterfall flowing in my heart. I could not grip, I'm afraid I will hold it hurt. I like it a feeling surging in my heart, like most of kissing every inch of my mind the details, just close your eyes, feel is full of warmth and happiness. Jisi flowing hair playfully with your arm, itching. I am pleased to let him brush to flick, so that my mind together with its vibrant and, like watching his naughty and lovely child, full of gentle eyes, hearts full of happiness.
I gently picked up the comb, gently smooth down, a Unit of the hair comb scrambling to squeeze in, and escape, and then fluffy open, like the hands of the wind and left to cool slowly. I could not force, but also can not bear too fast, because I was afraid it jars even a comb hair, hair are my favorite stud, which one of the broken off, all my heart Lian Lian The pity, deep the pain!
the occasional gray hair, it makes my heart ignite fiery Kuiyi, what exactly is my fault, how do you hard, just let it go white rush, harsh pulling pain in my heart ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I could not unplug it, it is too painful injury, I had to cut it with scissors and gently, but I was full wet eyes, the heart has actually waves. I hope that your every white hair is never going to go is your white hair, broken to go but my heart ah!
I think, so I can not see, and so my hands were shaking so can not you pick up the comb, you can let your white hair, trembling in my hands, I gently in touch with your silver-haired sleep?
afraid, I have not raised their hands! Let me smell that let you taste my soul intoxicated, your fragrance, your warm, so my soul is also fragrance of sublimation.
I will forever and ever like you the feeling of hair in hand, until the end of time, but also more than!