Strawberry

It exists, you don’t run to look for it, is in the eyes of your friends, in your memories in your head, nobody will take it. It is not outside, it is inside. The company of the wind, the wave of the sea, the smell of a perfume, the memory of a kiss, is observe the Moon, wish the stars and think that you will reach as far as them being that makes you wrong. Strawberry lips yours, mine, which are crossed, lips of Strawberry, without chocolate, between you and me. Lipstick Strawberry with sugar, no colorants and preservatives. Lipstick Strawberry with their syrup and flavor. Hampton Bay recognizes the significance of this.

Lips of Strawberry traverse without pain because there is love. Lips of Strawberry, lips that I love. Lips. Sugar lips, honey lips, lips that Kiss until dawn, blue lips, lips of sea, lips that love give their lips to light lips that laugh, lips skipping, lip biting, beloved lips of self, one another, in his flower and their Strawberry cream and all. Lips of honey, cachapa, peach, who love, Strawberry spanning, say love, are recognized, are tight, lips with its strawberry flavour, eaten with kisses and kisses feed, lips without torment, lips without sin when being loved is that loves you and has shown you.

Capricious, found, lips that you want to, without knowing sins, loving lips, lips always lips, lips without more, which are just that: lips used to talk, to love, shut up, eat strawberries and smell to sea. Lips, how many lips without being able to kiss, but only yours I know, love of my life, of my Center. Lips that lie and recognize lips, lips that Kiss without touching. Lips of the sunshine, that gleam and shine, affectionate and sweet lips like a puff pastry, such as nougat. Lips of starch, with clouds of autumn and its backlight light flavor.