I have told the story of a woman's handkerchief. Va, from bed to bed, trying to drown his sorrows in the sheets. His brief lovers enjoy their body as tears run down his cheeks. None has ever stopped to ask why her sobs.
aches and problems prevent women from enjoying sex tissue. Mere routine for her, to enjoy his men, forgetting their own pleasure. Women
handkerchief, not love. The only time I have given the heart was unable to appreciate it, love it and keep it. Prefer to go hand in hand, not surrender to anyone, so that if it fails to choose, do not suffer. Women
handkerchief, full of bad memories and examples which should not be followed.
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