I started walking thinking that he had left behind, that skin warm and fragrant, rare and mild. Somehow, inadvertently, some of my skin had been with him, I could see the slip gently from his embrace to an end the bed on which he slept.
Even after closing the door of the room were disturbing his touch, that unknown ritual performed on my skin. Hot flashes and my thoughts clouded my eyes.
The light breeze hitting my face evoked her kisses, her tongue down my throat burning.
I slide down an alley and disappeared behind the other door that had to cross.
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