There are nights like this where I miss you. Terribly. Your arms where I was going to forget my daily refuge too common, I miss them. Your arms where I forgot my complex, my fears. Your arms between which I surrendered ... I miss also a cruel kisses that were reliving the carnal woman that I am in my heart. And dreams of us that I liked to translate into words for the sheer pleasure of knowing you would read them, I miss them ... I have no words ...
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I am a reasonable woman. I was, at least. But even if I know I can not dream of you, even though I know that our kisses are the past, I can not help but hear the sound of your enjoyment in the palm of my nights are too cold. I can not give to relive, behind my eyelids closed, these moments of pure joy when you felt like love.
I still hear your voice whispering that I am a woman. I hear you call me 'my angel' ...
And only passing time unable to clear the intensity of what I felt ... My heart, it's still leaps in my chest when I think of us. The thought of you, your skin soft and warm against mine, still manages to put my body in turmoil. Time has not yet begun to erode that want you ... The pleasure of our bodies that are based after the ecstasy, my gender has not forgotten. No more than that perfect moment when, in your eyes glued to mine, I saw up the enjoyment for the second time that day ...
And when I'm alone in my bed and I no longer able to find, in the palm of my sheets, to where you lay the last time, a tiny trace of the smell of your skin, try to remember the good that we did ...
thank you for our moments of sweetness. They have made me extremely happy ...
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