Valentine 1

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Vladimir Nabokov

The Stalkeress reads.

Cold Fingers learns.

Voyeur …

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Ópera introvertida, un cuento cruel

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Love,

Y.