Anna Polibina-Polansky

I love you, my dear. I look only for your original soul, no raw copies of your consciousness will ever do. I seek for your initial souls, your authorship for things, your layer of existance. I am in no need of frauds. I am accustomed to you and your mode of being. I came to know you, and I would choose noone else, no matter how similar or seemingly the same. I won't mix you up with anyone. I like everything about you and I can even guess how you behave. However, we ought to remain clean before each other. Remember of it. If you turn dirty, I won't stand from things, either. Jesus keeps us if we reveal deep consciousness. You turn me rippened and grownup and everything. I love you so much, my sweetie. Genuine pretty Anechka. Your existence is imprinted in mine. Reamain pure, and I'll tell you all the stories from my past. I won't hide away anything, make sure. I hold you that dear to myself. Jan,21; 2021. Moscow. Who can get compared to the lady of my heart? Only one among billions was born perfect. I don't make love with anyone else, I'm not even tempted. You are my only seduction for a lifetime. I meant to tell you, it is not what it seems. You need know more, from myself. I have things to tell you. I am not easy to be wrenched up, I don't loose my mind. I have to tell you of thing aside from our story. Actually ugly ppl coming neither tempt nor annoy me. I'm lead by my own things, you have to know all. I won't hide anything from you. Nothing too special, but these are traits fro my story. How can we talk? *** My dear one. Look it up plz,4now. tumblr.com/blog/view/orangeorchard
There are ladies comparatively beautiful, at my angle of viewing. Good and special at loox. But I crave to be only with one. I belong to one, and she touches my feelings. She can not bother of anything. I am dependable at her reactions and emotions of me. All day long, and then, anew. I love her so much that other ppl will envy how it goes. There is somthing innate and natural about what we feel. I can't give up the idea of her ever. She owns my inner world. I will do with simplistic wording and phrasing, when it comes to feeling, profound and one of grownups. I am not a kid under the wing of elder ones, I am by myself, and I daily repeat my choice. I know only one person who embody my taste and my fantasies. By Anna.
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Nabokov is NOT banned in RF and EU. Why do you prohibit your Capote?
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You compelled me to new ethers. Now your entire country and NY are against of us. Many congrats. Think faster now. My country is mych uglier than in its past, they don't keep regular pairs and have lost their looks. However, beware: they look for my dark appearance. Demolish all their hinderances, but it will take a ton of effort. What shall we do? Meet me in person, in some neutral country of the Old World (EU, Asia, Africa - doesn't matter) . We need so little, just to oversleep, but you allowed them to know. Why? - I ask.
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I won't tolerate you as a male, it is my role. You cause in me exactly what I prefer. Our mutual gravity is enough for happiness, wealth, your kids by me and so. If you do not wish to get younger, you won't. Plz listen to me despite my young state. I belong to you, to a great extent, now. You are such a sweet sweet lady. Excuse me my expansion, I thought you had been prepared, silly me. Catch my good morn kiss. {: - *** I am sitting and melting away from your looks. How many of figurative expressions))) , nota bene. I grew up at a jail, so pardon me ahead)) .
I want nothing male from you. You suffice my emotions. I loved you for your traits, though you are a bit short in height for me. You need me to take care for your wrinkles, veins at legs and so. When you are almost 80, there will occur a dark-haired girl to enrich your feelings and to teach you healthy simplicity. I fancy up how we dance at my homeplace under a modernized Arabian tune, in colored garlands of bulbs around. I will go on later. You keep me mesmerized. You found s.o. to remind me of U. I wanted a mixture of our types, and soon I will get it at a tiny copy. I was so absorbed for days (rather, nights) that the best happened between us two. I do not deromantisize it: what for? Good motivation is hostile to my childish poetry. No need to explain everyth to everyone, read between lines. I do not consider it all to sacred, but if you die I will have smth in return. If you hurry up, I will show you a wonder aside from zionic practices. Avoid voices, imposed images, unwilled words within ur head. That stuff is all zionic. Can u afford any personal relationship with a pagan girl of an unknown race? I hope that so.
I need no civilized environment. Take it for granted. It's yet early for conclusions. You will have to visit the brave old world, my ecky becky sweetie. No irony attached. Many set phrases accidentally employed. Would you prefer the semidelirium of hugs? crops of fresh metaphors? Rn't you freed of that stuff? luv u even more with brisk seconds.....
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You are sooo gorgeous. Wear your black evening robe, earrings of white gold and thin long heels. I am almost 5 feets of height, at your scale. We will seat at the upper lounge with dry Italian wine, with candles, and a palm orchard at the artificial soil will flutter nearby. That all doesn't mean that I won't be in a small black dress, too, so get morally prepared. I won't drop a word for the evening, and you plz don't utter a thing, despite everything. I dance at a good way, I watched two elder ladies hugging, at the Black Sea last winter; I explored them and noticed no special affection. One of them refell in love with me, but I had cared so little by then. It was in December. A month later I met someone like you. You compel me to a story, with your prolific wordings.
I will be minimal at it. Avaricious sex among Venetian pieces of furniture. Curtains smelling light cigarettes and local confectionary. Voices of tipsy lovers from a late cafe beneath. I am accustomed to multilingual embankments at former British provinces. I care not a bit. I am saturated with my easy Oriental techniques.
It is of you, if you think that not. Your tongue is so overweighted, overworded, long. Let us cut the story shorter, or I'll go to sleep earlier, u know.
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I enjoy no explanations. No syntax. No pondering at nothing. I do not also describe my nights. I do not have too many ladies per a night either. I am moderate. I am shy. I am a bit hot in body. Lazy at words. Affording smth ever to myself. If writing, then without special sense. Emptiness in words also makes sense. I can't sacrifice my age, energy, sexuality to your mode of. You won't discover a Universe at a city rotten with vodka and drugs. I don't find anyone here. I went to the border with Asia and met copies of who I wanted. It is no good to need anyone here in Europe. Think before bribing my kiddish heart. What you get? A decent copy, younger, energetic. She is good for Moms, at my respect. You ought to be as feminine as her body is. I like that. I speak as a Louisianian farmer, but who now cares. Capote, Williams, O'Neighl were Southerners at their ultimate wishes. I do not belong to your Universe, I grew up at the Orient, to the highly east of Moscow even. You'll decipher me. It was cruel of you to leave your man for two-three years without yourself. It influenced me incorrectly. Sorry my lapses to the British word order. I watched you two years ago/before. You needn't have sit in white jeans with a microphone. I yearn for a bit of makeup at your eyelids, lashes; I wonder if you have got female scents, fragrances, somewhat. How will you bear my sweat/male aromas. And sooooo.
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You exaggerate my gifts. I just get indulged to myself at nights. Moscow is harsh for me and full of hypocrisy. I am from the most distant nook of black periferia, so unlike all races more or less recognized and known here.
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I am sorry, I can't estimate the worthiness of your probably rich nature, but I can appreciate your traits, how UR in bed, starting with your face, but oftener, not with it, I'm sorry twice. I am unaccustomed to you, though I am somewhat enjoying your proportioned white flesh.
I wrote a page of how it is for me now, how it feels with her, why you are yet appealing, why you remembered me little whereas I was offended. It was a brief revelation of my physical customs with her, of why she feels now better than you. She gets me excited, and how will you struggle with a larger zion that hinders you at every breath taken? Why sholdn't I be sufficed with my current nights? I have lost the motivation. You keep me giddy I think, but I can't sacrifice my present piercing, breathtaking mode to what I can only guess of. It is this way, I can't lie at the edge of the zion. Grant me some motivation. Perhaps it will take you long to win me back. I am too accostomized to my dream. Can you comprise my another dream? I pose the same to myself.

Okay you needn't wear skirts all the time. But plz wear makeup and serve me a lady in bed.
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Maybe we will create a blog fitting our common needs, when any? I am drying away without your fingers upon me. I want when less words. Just embodiment of secrets. You treat me as if exist at the realm of your personal zion. I don't. I want some touches. Movements. Not briskly. Lingering. Without your skin at me I am disappointed all the time.
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Think up some preliminary talk. You are a pedagogician, me not. I have been clean after my partner (only partner, by the way) for several hours, days, not yet weeks.
What do you prefer? Perhaps to embody our common need at some blog? Or to return me to my own former story? I do flip across my nights. But not all partners suited me. I meant to stay with my lady, to let her conceive again. She already keeps a boy by me, though she is considerably elder. But we needed a result, and so. What are your plans, intentions, wishes perhaps? Maybe to stay with me up to the coffin's border? Why not, I am dark but pretty. So I muse. What are your true motives, likings? Yes, I soar, vut it is unreality.
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I am not sophisticated in Jewish things. My live is exquisite, all the same. Some ladies lived me throughout last several years. What do you intend to do about our linkage? I dislike net romances. If you have grown J*wish, perhaps we won't even suit. But I feel okay with your physical side. I am irresponsible of relationship and ignorant, so what can you benefit from lingering? If you say die, you will leave me at depression, and your civilization prohibits resurrecting by sex at all, and by semi-sex, namely. What I do in a distance province, I can't afford here. What can be cured must be endured)) . Hihi.
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If you care for my crops undesired for myself, do not start relationship.
There are crops that serve props, and tgere are lots tgat serve plots. Remember of it, darling, at the face of struggling zions.
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If I am with a person, I am faithful to him/her to the grave.
You are two years late; you may have lost my motives from the view. Do what you prefer; I am with a lady, and she reminds you too little, for now. What do you want from a dark girl whom you didn't even care to reply, more or less?
I will be faithful in my love for her. Even if the universe would have crashed, but it won't. Large scales, powers mean nothing for me, though they may be tricky st inhumanity and cruelty. I was hired only by love. Why do you force me to these evidently unneeded words? I hadn't welcomed changes when they occurred.
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Why do you copy up their p*emb**k and so? What for? I avoid their trite looks, their malicious zionic deeds, their revolting, unaesthetic hugs. Pew me.

For ourselves. I was sitting and guessing of your natural smells, of how you look with hairs undone, teeth unbrushed, without your up ironed skirts and jackets. Afterwards, I dreamed of how to make you 100 percentage young female, how to impose speels-heels at you, tights, nice bras and lacy pants. Afterwards, I watched you with that repulsive local hanging-out and thought these are last minutes before splitting.
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Never trust any Zion. Lead your own life full of breathtaking subjects. I don't care of their plots, as they freighten me with outer images; neither I trust their stories. I will know the reasons, all the same.
I needn't travel places to get assured of that it feels great for me, with you. Jesus wishes me light, through your looks.
You are two years late, however. She is not your rival, as she reminds you. Perhaps over a decade younger than you, but I don't care of age. How are you going to split the knot? I would have enjoyed you inseparately, if back then. Please engage all your charms. I can't live with an idea. I mean to know who exactly haunts me. If you, say, than I ought to know you better. To what extent, you suggest, my sweetie.
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I strongly dislike whatever I am shown. I am in need of my beloved half, everything of her. I fancy up her repertory only. I am sufficed.
You are the 2nd after her, reminding her greatly. I have no idea of what I would have prefered, if she had not appeared. You ought to have given a try to stay with me back then. Why you hadn't.
I am uninterested of images, pictures, looks. I am in love. I don't see how I could glorify my wife, if not electronic resources. But for you, I wouldn't have even met her, so iou, to a certain respect. But who cares now when I am wedded. Perhaps you, a tiny bit? Okay, keep your looks, I need them just this way. UC, I am uninterested of any looks aside. No outer interest, no left desire at all. I am devoted to my wife, and I watch you fancifully. Oh hmm. My personal Eden was once thought up; all other folks are bleak, can't they get it and stay at their own shadow?
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Harmonic, perfect in looks. Each keeps his/her own air of perfection. When someone invades your looks, the keen feeling of the embodied perfection is being envied. It is ever this way. Jesus rules the cordial movements. I am faithful to my wreath. Angels rattle with their wings, with your looks about. I inhale your flesh as I do peoni petals and wild rose cups. I am fertile in pleasant plots while with you. Walk the border between the atmosphere and my skin. Wonders occur. You feel so sweet. I will never abandon the image that haunts me this exact way. I do not arbitarily examine the grey world around; I keep my sensations acrid and tart for what I innerly prefer. I do not encounter momentarily, vbleak things. I am okay with my taste, prudent, balanced, assured. It is the case when I reach my destiny point, destination, devotion)) .
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I think I am too tall. But I enjoy exploring you when in my arms. My love is so perfect that I am scared of being envied, hindered, banned, to develop my emotions into true joy. If you feel the same, conceal what you think of, don't give a voice aloud, do not address phrases to anyone. I owe to what I owe, what keeps me plenty of angelic beings. Avoid saying phrases aloud, we live our own secluded life. I trust at the entity of two. There is no wonder in sexual abilities, they are old as the world; but I prefer you feminine in looks, though decisive in talks with strangers. You look okay more or less, if I rejuvenile you. Catch these instants, rare and soft. Two years ago I was so kiddish, it is good I am an adult now, I protect your serenity, my sweet.
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Diminish my thirst. Saturate my will. Fulfil my wish. Replentish my grief. Share my joy. Create my desire. Renew my skill of love. Reopen my ability for perfection. Weird syntax. Odd metaphors.
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I'll tell you what to do. They all are producing bastards and cure their diseases with bleak, arbitary sex. They keep no wedded partners. And they mean to split all loving, permanent pairs. Because of envy, spite, jealousy, revenge. They awfully look, they are of no capacities, they are zionic in daily lives. We need overlook them. They are susective of good semi-gender pairs and associate our genre with unfaithfulness, dirt, confused choices. I throw up from their properties.
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