Pug With Lump On Neck

harmonious

I love the movement of your wrinkles, pimples casual

Your Freckles you hate
The mole on your back
The mischievous curls falling on your neck
The scar on your arm
neglected your nails short and tousled hair

Your skin crawls when cold, by nerves, for me ... Your clothes disordered
colors, sizes.
I love when you insist,
convince me when I say that could not be otherwise
I try to look without hesitation
But you laugh and look low
I love your body disproportion
your
soft rounded arms and touch your leg
rough and your waist.
Oh, and your bad jokes
And when you laugh before counting.
And I love your look expectantly waiting
my smile.
I laugh when in doubt,
Or when you think you are good enough to do something

When you think you are pretty or have gained
When not you ashamed to ask second course.
when you know I like chocolate
when you cry, because you have three types of tears:
coming out at the emotion of a film, an image which
hurt, born of pain
those who do not know why they come, and not understand
but for that I am.
I love when I ask forgiveness
I love when you asked me
And your answer is so tender.
Your cries of hysteria and your hobbies
your shame and your silence.
I accept it all, I want everything.


face to face. Or me me. Or me for myself. Accepting
, know, love ... it is essential to accept, understand and love others.

Patricia Djembé

Photo: Cupcakes, a bakery of my sessions.