You smell sea and sunset
When the orange arrow
You crucified on the shore
Sun caresses the ray ... not mine
You smell like a hotel room
Bed sheet
When you are almost forced
Carries someone to the world ... another
...
And both smell, intertwining
With an elegant thigh line
Attract me ... slightly touching
In the abyss that is almost ...
No bottom ...
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In the darkness of the cinema hall you feel the light touch of the hip of the one sitting next to you. That which is not a man is not confused - silkiness of the stocking, heel. You decide to wait what will happen next. The neighbor pauses - I wonder why the pause is “not antiresis”, or something else ...
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