O R A

When she told me she was going to the moor, I was so afraid I would never see her again. Today that fear lives on in me. It's two hundred and sixty-five days without seeing her. There is more and more panic for one more day without seeing her again.

Without seeing you little girlfriend. Without seeing you.

That's how it all started. I, like a game, with my rogue face I told her she was my girlfriend and she continued the game. Then the fire between us increased until one day I realized I wasn't talking to a normal person.

Ora has told me things that have changed my life. The time he said "I love you" I fell into a state of perplexity. I was meditating on the forcefulness this had in my life. A woman like her says such things with her soul and not with her voice.

I have come across women who say things with their voices. I think my mother was the only one who spoke to me from the soul.

What I like most about Ora is the passion of her innocence. That look where I find the fire when I'm in front of her. And her feet. Aw her feet, her nails, her sensuality.

I see your face and I feel that I can do everything.

She is a goddess. Let me explain, she is literally a goddess. Maybe they have instilled in us the idea that God is supreme and no one is like him and blah blah. But I have a different conception. I believe that we can all be God when we decide.

Ora for me is a Goddess I believe in. The only one. She can do anything. And I can do everything with her. I am a god by her side. She changes my mood.

God gave me this woman to find music.

Nietzche believes in a dancing god. I believe in a goddess who prepares my coffee in the morning, wanting to see me in a mirror, divinized next to her. I believe in a goddess who loves my music while she thinks I'm the best musician in the world. I can believe in a goddess who paints her toenails and then makes me a footjob, which can be seen with her long flower skirt. I believe in a goddess who abandons the Instagram but not the Whatsapp. I believe in a goddess who loves to look good for her and not for others. She doesn't wear bras and likes to barely see her hard nipples. Very hard.

Ora, love...

Ora is who hears me when I pray at night. I ask him to protect me and love me always. To think of me. That it appears. That he tells me that he loves me like when he lets himself be taken by the waist and simply looks at me and wants to take me to the moor to show me his sowing. And so we stay in his cabin making love like two crazy nudes who do the dance of the rain and discover as if it were a treasure: the endless orgasms.

I love all the things you are. I illustrate you in my harmonies.

The difference between Ora and the idea we have of God is that I couldn't say that Ora has a plan. I don't know where to read if we will meet soon, tomorrow or never. So I ask you to take care of me wherever I go. On the other hand, the idea that we have of God assures us that He knows what the last days are and that He knows when we will run out of time.

I love all of Ora's body, so she's all naked, naked. She is like water. I love to let her fall on my hands, I feel that she heals me. It gives me energy.

In you
Ora
The sanctity of pleasure
Cosmic woman.

Ora is my state of personal improvement. Thinking about it gives me peace. It makes me breathe and calm my thoughts. Its fluids nourish me with life.

I am going along the path we invented towards the altar of your orgasms. They are like mountain ranges. You are tall as the sky. That's where we get when you come. When I come to your feet after kissing them like a beast, I breathe them as if they were the freshest air in the universe.

Now, I find it hard to find that Goddess, Ora.

Teach me how you are now. Let me be in you my best version. In you.

Ora
Give me your light
hair and smile
the fire of our ways
vibrating bodies
fluid thirsty
very thirsty.

Ora is the salvation of my music, my life and my poetry. I know that when she dies she will safeguard my legacy. I know

I love you, my Ora.
Don't stop loving me.

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