My feels with Canada, I can say with words.
"Cuba?"
"Yes?"
"I need kiss! Kiss me my love!"
"Our lips together it's so good, but not it's forever.
"So fast, boring"
"Need sex too?"
"No."
Cuba is sad, I think it's me. My fault. My pressure.
I need stay alone.
"I go to bed, good night my hero"
"Good night"
What I do? View Cuba in this way it's so bad for me.
View film sounds good, and without romance!
Wait one minute, my friend and my brother are call.
"Hello!"
"Salut"
"What is it?!"/p
"Sorry, but, Canada I love you, and ever love you!"
"Sorry, I love Cuba and I think he loves me"
"Ok"
Finally I and computer! Wait again, Cuba wakes!
"I really sorry for this days"
"And?"
"And I went an idiot with you"
He is beautiful when say the truth, lies never are good.
I love when my lips are kisses by Cuba.
I love so much Cuba.
I have my t-shirt on ground, it's perfect.
Smiles. Kisses, sex and sleep on same bed, never wish this, but it's perfect.
I love this nipples.
Thank you very much Cuba!