the best dream you're only you
was to immerse my body in her, touch her breasts slowly, smell her sex hot sink my hands in his flesh, to feel those fingernails scratching and panting fast, then look at her dress, smoothed his hair with a gesture old and lie down under the bed to look for the shoes (as if she parades?) while waiting for a taxi in the street. Before leaving I threw a last glance, the promise of another meeting, then felt her heels down the stairs, from the taxi and lie down to contemplate the ceiling, waiting for him to come back from work.
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