How Do You Find The Golden Vase In Poptropica

"... did not spend the hours when lying penetrate my eyes with yours, when you spend your fingertips thin the edge of my lips when you travel with your own lips all over my body as if it were a map, the map that the same picture with all the kisses ...

... the immense pleasure that creates the feeling in the depths of my being, when I feel your breath as the smell sweeter ever remembered, the same that nail my nails down your back, when I feel like nothing more that we are one and nothing can ever separate the time when my soul is yours.

My heart beats out over the speed limit by just thinking of you I feel as frightened and bolted it on the edge just feel you breathe on my neck sweet when that voice with strong, deep, passionate whispers in my ear how beautiful it is to cling to my body and my soul, centuries and centuries more

would happen depending on my hands.

This time, only this time when the heat hits my chest against your crazy lips makes it all makes sense for a moment, the one where you spend your arm over my body to protect him from any fear that torments my soul do I find my true peace, as if just by your presence, nothing else matters, no you're not worth nothing that is not steeped in you serve, no matter if you do not exist, two pieces that fit perfectly into each other ...

Two souls condemned to wander for eternity being found again and again, life after life ....