In english please...

The mantis waits.

Like a spider weaving, sitting in the shadows waiting for its “prey.” She is patient, knowing that rushing in things of love is not good. She is used to deal with feelings. Spring has come into her life once again, every year around this time the same thing happens. April condenses her wishes at the right point of her desire; the routes that lead to the burning of her pleasure are clearly marked since the air started to get sunny. Snow left its mark, there is still mud, and the animals of her emotional forest have vanished, the cold winter is now behind. Fun has started, her sex is perfectly dressed.

Her favorite lover is climbing the stairs…

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