needed to sit in the passenger seat and watch. Four windows were open the car. All his work over the past 15 days jumped from the rear window of the car flying through their heads in sync with your thoughts, not wanting to settle anywhere. The road curves invited him to sit down on the door and head out the window. The wind ruffled his hair completely filling your lungs. Do not think and have wide open eyes, those were his priorities. Wanted to set In light of that moment in his retina and dance taking advantage of the winding road, effortlessly, drifting more and more by the circumstances and the attitude it had taken against them. Not thinking, not thinking. Feeling it was his mission.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy Julie London sounded at half volume for the speakers and the leaves on the trees along the way seemed to be moving rhythmically to the tune of the song at the time to lift the head out and stroked his neck. Wrapped in an aura of sensuality, getting the ecstasy of relaxation so longed to start a journey.
a moment just for her.
his jersey fabric became softer advancing every inch wheels. He was born to dance to that song at that time, only for this life and worthwhile. Was spread languidly as velvet, while her eyes filled with tears and understood the reason for this symbiosis. The two had broken soul.
Moni - Disguised
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