Receive messages on the diary post. Cayetano De Arquer Buigas Mademoiselle, I beg you - do not rush ... Mademoiselle, I beg you - do not rush, You like nectar delicate sip. Still only a moment - I look, give, On nice profile and neck curl. Mademoiselle, I want to touch, Milky white skin of your shoulders. You are like a dream - and I'm afraid to wake up, So before dawn this sweet moment to save. Mademoiselle, care rustle of a dress, Not today zagashu bright candle flame. Ready before you get on your knees I But your haughty look, like a sharp...