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Jugurtha

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Life is not always what it seems.We are often too blind.
You hold me,love me,kiss me.And for what?To later,abuse me,hurt me,degrade me.

Some moments that can change your life.A short story of love.
What boredom,the hour of the dear body and dear heart.
Silence.I heard a sharp knock on the door.She was there.I could feel her aroma from the splits.
I always dreamt of your body.Vulgarly,filthily.Say whatever you want.
I don't believe that.That's why I love you.It runs after me,I can see that in your eyes.I know that you look at my body.You call it vulgar but I don't because simultaneously,unconsciously,you pass it through my thought, my smile, my life.You look inside of me.You are earthy, direct but sometimes you cannot feel anything,if you don't transform it into a soul,a fantasy.
She looked at me with her smiling eyes and I felt that something was melting.Put the honey under the warm sun and you will see how it melts,flows.
Just like that.She was melting inside of me like honey,in thousands threads.
Will you look after me?I am your alibi.
I touched her,we clasped each other.The humidity from her tears made her eyes shining.I started sucking her tears,on her cheeks.Like the sea.Salty,tasty.

The clouds gathered over the high sea,formed of an eternity of hot tears.
 
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