An invitation like that, by chance, had led us to this charming small park near your office. I prepared lunch, knowing full well that we would eat very little ... I donned a jacket for my light brown curls caress my shoulders ... I wanted your hand in my hair ...
I arrived a few moments before you, the time to leave the cover of the car ... We sat under the trees in a quieter corner, just out of sight and the sun ... You had brought some wine. Rose ... I remember, because I told you it tasted summer ... We talked a little about everything and nothing ... Above anything, since what we really mattered was to be there together ... Close, finally. For me it was the sound of your voice that flew in the air. Chills on my skin when you put your hands on it. My heart leaps when you bare my shoulder to ask for your lips ...
We ate a little ... I am especially drinks to your mouth to taste wine, intoxicated these kisses were you doing running around on my skin ... I fed this sensuality that I felt in every gesture. I savored as a delicacy and sensitivity that desire to me that each of your touch was translating. Greedy, I relished your sex tight in the fabric of your pants and that nectar so sweet that you were running between my thighs ...
And that desire which I treat this afternoon here in the shade of tall oaks, fills me again tonight, when I think of you and I miss you .. .
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