"Run! Put the shoe, Make up how you .. no! Do not take your coat, gives you no time! ... Stupid! Think off looking like that?
cambiata, please those jeans that both likes and your sweatshirt mother, you know you love .. "" Oh God, shut up! "I said to myself .. but the internal dialogue with myself, it seemed to end that night .. I'll put in a position
: Friday, 21:30 am , unn bitter cold day with a tough afternoon of estudio.Media hour earlier, a simple call with your name on the destination pantalla.Su? My casa.Mi destination? his mouth.
"Run, you're late!" Keys the phone, and the excuse for Mom, I had todo.Olvidé mention the desire and the desire, but it is assumed
.. .. 5 º 4 º 3 º .. .. lift numbers seemed to have no end .. 2 º º .. .. 1
Now! left the elevator, drive around the corner .. and there he was, those jeans and those eyes .. I looked and he looked back at me, and for a split second, time stopped.
My movements increased in direct proportion to the desire I had to kiss, and there, our bodies became one.
and sunk in a halo of hugs, kisses and caresses, in a whisper, I invited him up.
And up there on the floor 19, died on pleasure, but not desire.
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