a sunny day I met her. One of those days that are framed and hung on the wall if they are created watercolor strokes. He smiled at me while I was talking to another person. My eyes went to hers and not left in the afternoon although it did not cross any word. The second time we met was the last. His tongue was playing in my neck as she hurried to undo my pants. Announced their desire and their lips curled hair to the rhythm of my heartbeat. Our mouths were learning to know when a key is introduced in that rusty lock. We'd just lie on the bed when the sound of the door made her jump. I was still confused when she was already wearing the dress and went out into the hallway nervous. I went out the window, stepped on a yellow flower and I jumped a small fence.
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