Hold the wind
Alone, recalls his touch, he dreamed his breath, evoked the smell ...
He said, "Let's meet again" She screamed
"No, his mouth mumbled" I love "
Each step was working against, every touch weighed a little more ... and she knew
That firm hand touched his back ... and as always, as ever, her breasts stood on end, her crotch pounded ...
As more ...
was for her an old and familiar story, I had read that ending more than once, but could not, would not suppress what eluded him in spurts through the skin ...
And once vibrated Moreover, it caressed the lips, skin felt agitated, panting exchanged is whispered a thousand things without even saying a word ...
She closed her eyes again, got to fly ...
... flew to faraway places, guided by music, the passions, those who never know where to go ...
contained Emotions ... Dream
cornered against a wall ... Feelings
hidden under
indifference ... And once again, history repeated itself,
but this time, a new language, hidden under lock and key, broke into her tear ...
He kissed her eyelids, she acknowledge and
picked up his clothes ... maybe you better go ....
may not happen again ...
She was quiet ... sure to be able to feel convinced that one day that feeling again ... to stay ...
