I love you without knowing how, or when, or where from,
I love you simply, without complexities or pride;
I love you in this way, not knowing any other way of loving
but this, in which neither I nor you exist
so close that your hand on my breast is mine,
so close that your eyes close when I sleep.
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
I like to read all types of books and write erotic romances about hot heroes and real heroines of all backgrounds. When I'm not seducing readers with my stories, I'm seducing others with aphrodisiac-filled recipes.
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November 17th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
Hi Paz,
Just popping by to say hello. I love the sonnet
November 17th, 2007 at 7:14 pm
Hi there Shelley! Great to see you here!
Best,
Paz