We are in my bed

Both with clothes, such a stupid things to have

I’m laying and she is on top of me

Her eyes like two brown diamonds looking at me as if I was some piece of meat

Oh my dear, I’m hungry as well

I kiss her

The kind of kiss that should never exists because when it finishes the world seems to be in shades of grey

I bite her lower lip…very…very…little…just…to…feel…

I kiss her again

My left hand on her face

My right hand on her left arm

My right hand on her hips

“We are going too fast” — she says

Who cares? I think while I kiss her again

My right hand on her hips

My right hand on her legs

My right hand on…

She didn’t stopped me this time..

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