This chest pain is strong, I've never tried it but this is not bad but to me the most trouble breathing, my god I might die. Oh no! Please no, not now and think of you, lover abused and neglected, which ask forgiveness for the betrayal, curses and beatings. I think of you, patient and considerate lover, for the times that I have understood, spoiled and pampered.
I think of you, fond renegade and wounded, to which I implore new strokes, hot kisses and eternal embrace.
And while the pain is unbearable, between the tears that quickly evaporate from the skin like fire I make the usual promises as to the most beloved of my loving you so I can resume my life again, hug me again, again my life.
