On the edge of eroticism, gestures, her excited face enveloped me on the border of voluptuousness. Exactly, wanted to simply stop thinking as a writer, just to give myself; but I could not stop to realize every move, his face out of this reality, I gave under the effect of the sex that night we hosted. We were not human, not animal, in a pure State, we follábamos us to what is established. No starting point, without limits, we were one with nothing. Oblivion came, gave us his home and before us was left to seduce. It didn't matter much what the other felt, the fact of enjoying her nakedness, enjoy their gestures, their skin; did she enjoy similarly each push my pelvis was right you, every kiss my lips signed on his own. My hands squeezing his neck and suffocating it with delicacy, while your nails are nailed on my back thus leaving me the memory of how God gave us chances in life, lessons to be immortal, in the skin of a damn Muse play.
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