"her" english to russian 1. ее 2. ей 3. принадлежащий ей 4. свой

I hope this is close:

when I shut the eyes it next to me I can feel it
Soft in its beauty in its soft leather

Soft its connection eyes dark and are full of the thoughts What it will make?

That I want she know that its skin On its skin Looking at this the possibility to be touched it we see the equivalent by the purpose of its bending for purposes of its reaching

Yes I so to fear it That I want simply to be with it in any manner she wants I look at it when my eyes are opened I want to speak to say to it to obtain on my arms and say to it to its fingers to say to it but no no never

I look through the objectives and to see it in light of its dressing its illumination it is already close, and the touch of its lips upward deliveries are my fingers through the hair clasping its heels by even rotary as it by the changes

As I do not want to know it as teenage they could express to fear the nonacceptance I, is faster, from a distance than it to know and its answer will not be I did not can I not it would not be… I want to see it In my time In my dream in the melancholy I I can control

I closing my eyes and it dreams about its nearest the touch of its skin As I to dispose for the photo the form of the image the light the mood the exterior view I see, it with it for it I see

I look in the photograph what to make to me to think about its that they want me to say to look at this You?

But this is not must its beauty of the perfection and I shout by no means not to me no but I obtain to dream its fingers as they clutch on the heels its ankle as I am the buckle of the belt after seeing it in the stockings holding it the clips in the front so it is close so it is close I obtain to be touched my skin so it is close so it is close

Then to the rear buckle it does not see me As I am its eye the skin as my fingers to slide thoroughly above it therefore she does not know I as to breathe on its softness the sensation On similar the pleasure it to want the need my secret my I want my desire the adjustment of the illumination Testing is the shot it is good I tell in it necessarily to correct something Will before we begin the lip with such ….. numbed

it turnings so I can touch it I not to touch its skin brush makes and leaves glistening to look on them it resembled to me its lip on that,

how much I want to be touched the lips to my fingers from my of the mouths Ah, as will sweet they feel themselves my lips against it its perfected of the lip with the kiss to the components it will be erasure from its skin on the mine clearing shinning is red red moist Ah

the eyebrow I obtain to touch arch from one side, on its face From the other side of the brush I to remain They tell me that they do not have a right still my hands the shaking It requests,

if I am normal the trembling of words it is simple to speak and to blame it to the stress IT IS CORRECT but not the truth I its thirst after seeing it in its entire beauty I do not know that I would want to make without it I do not can without it it inspires me its my thoughts to force me to feel itself by the living

its long feet in the stockings the thought it make hair with brush Starting my fingers through it soft as it, as it I hate to destruction is counted it for the hair silicone Wax Extensions it is simple thus Are natural, beautiful but I want it with the pleasure therefore it returns again and again I to shoot it with the ease as in my eyes its dark eyes its dark long hair this is simple of the thought which inspires me in order to it to look to feel itself beautiful

As I it to see the perfection like others it to see in the photographs it is my dream it is simple the dream but in my dreams it next padding next to me in the bed as we are the kiss feet interlaced together at its apex to me and it such one riddle to me I know, as its skin he feels I dream We after In the summer rains it wet and I thus far tree gives the shelter I control the drops of water to flow its body it is the dream in my view, in my head

but never not never they must know, when it I do not want to lose from I do not know to have it next this pleasure that everything, but it to disappear it is my model it my is Muza it is my inspiration and it in my dreams even during the day,

as I shut the eyes I see it I dream about it my thoughts to explode and I so love it each thought passionately with it my is Muza my love my lust This fragment was of the photo here of rb.

the reflection in the means consumed me. They wandered as before in my thoughts, even in the words… I am hopeless in the constant of thought from the rice