Δρόμοι του νου και των λέξεων

The shape, the feel. The smoothness and the threal. The taste the moist. The softness and choice. The moment the tongue  firstly touches the flesh  and that brown chockolate moists the mouth  and a heart bit is  the dominating sound, that is the time I miss the most  your  Capezzoli di Venere. Aaahhh...! Mi manca il tuo Capezzoli di Venere...