Knee Socks Mini Skirt

Ode to love (good s.valentino)

... "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Li. Ta. She was Lo, The just in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. "V. Nabokov

...." was you, only you, my pure ossessionetra the torments of carne.Posavate your hands on my fresh fronte.Nella my loneliness I felt your presence ... "The with-Louis Aragon Irene-