You fell in love with a free woman...

A woman with ideals, thoughts and feelings of a free soul, you fell in love with that sea of grandea where only you could see the end.

You fell in love with that immensity of woman, of that verse that shed her body, acclaiming to be desired. No doubt you were tied to those chains of charm and sweetness that squandered his eyes when he saw her flying without delay for life.

You fell in love with their freedom, their charms, their caresses and their desire to live life like an eagle hungry for wisdom and uncertainty.

And there is no doubt that you fell in love with her cry to break the chains that had her tied to her roots, which was nothing more than a burst in that time bomb called life.

It is not another to say that you became his faithful servant and lover, in that man who just by looking at her was already imbedded in your skin his sincere way of observing you and you, without being able to ask for mercy before his whims. Only you know what it means to be anchored before your eyes and not be able to wake up from that deep insomnia.

And of course, you fell in love with her smile and her mouth, with the way she conjugated her body in harmony with her waist and legs, in how her source of caresses overflowed your body, making you so aroused.

But you could never stop her from stopping flying, she stopped being what she is, a woman clinging to her ideals, wanting to conquer life no matter that you were tied to her.

And yes, it was his way of seeing life that made you fall in love with her ... Whose ideals were to drag you into the abyss and wrap you in your arms and then drop you from so high.

With the sole intention of sharing your freedom with you .

Image of my property, drawn by my person.