Monica Belle 外 / 體

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Liebesgedichte von Matthias Reuss

 

 

 

 

 

Dieter Wellershoff  -  Der Liebeswunsch

 

 

 

 

 

Juliet Hastings  -  Die Dienerin des Tempels

 

 

 

 

 

Sophie Danson  -  Die Auserwahlten der Lust

 

 

 

 

 

Vanessa Brent  -  Tanz der Sinne

 

 

 

 

 

 Felice DeVere  -  Der Privatklub

 

 

 

 

 

Monica Belle  -  Spiel nach meinen Regeln

 

 

 

 

 

Alison Tyler  -  Begehrliche Blicke

 

 

 

 

 

Lisette Allen  -  Das Amulett

 

 

 

 

 

Zoe LeVerdier  -  Liebe in Zeiten der Dunkelheit

 

 

 

 

 

Tabitha Flyte  -  Heib wie die Sunde

 

 

 

 

 

Alison Tyler  -  In deinen starken Armen

 

 

 

 

 

Terry Hope

 

 

 

 

 

 Alizarin Lake  -  Der Hauslehrer

 

 

 

 

 

 Susie Raymond  -  Verheibungsvolle Lippen

 

 

 

 

 

Emma Marlowe  -  Lippenspiele

 

 

 

 

 

Melanie Berchem  -  Das gewisse Prickeln

 

 

 

 

 

Primula Bond  -  Die Qual der Wahl

 

 

 

 

 

 Alison Tyler  -  Heibe Spiele nur fur ihn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                       자유란

                                                                                                                       아무것도 닿을 곳이 없어

                                                                                                                       자유, 아니었을까.

                                                                                                                       묻어지지 못하는.

 

                                                                                                                       사방이 막힌

                                                                                                                       그 벽 밖으로 던져진

                                                                                                                       다 잃어, 밀려진.

                                                                                                                       그래서 자유 아니었을까.

 

 

                                                                                                                       형체도 없이 울음만.

                                                                                                                       바람이 그랬다.

                                                                                                                       흔들었던 건, 바람이 꺽고 싶은

                                                                                                                       자신이었는지도.

 

 

                                                                                                                       원리, 2007-09-07

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

Bliss - Kissing