(Written by Angel_eye, September 2015)
She comes quietly ...
as the fog that envelops the high mountains.
I do not know her voice
and her footsteps.
But her whisper ...
Which as fleeting thought,
He tore me and calm stole.
In my heart cries out,
at the moment which combines
time and eternity.
He is a wanderer,
which is looking for the lost road.
There is also a smile,
incoming thought about happiness.
I do not know what it is yet.
But I see ...
I know that in the day of the meeting,
I will not be able to distinguish between rapture of love,
because she is a great mystery and a great discovery.
Yes I'm talking about her
and still I would like to meet ...
Russian Fetish Queen Alya