Reached the peak of our pleasure, we didn’t realize that, downstairs, was happening something of magic.
A little and thin pink dust, was circling around to the little corner, where we were been sat, few hours ago, and in this little twirl, were flying, another stones.
Exhausted, but fully satisfied, at the end, we kissed each other, once again.
I caressed your face, while you sweetly smiled me.
You wanted to say me something, but I placed the finger on your lips: I was, still in a state of grace, from which I didn’t want wake.
Kissing my hand, you whispered me: “Are you not hungry? I brought you the breakfast…”
Throwing away the air from the lungs, I was recovering.
“Yes, a little bit” I replied, sweetly smiling.
You smiled me back, and, while you have helped me to get up, you indicated the plastic bag on the floor, and you have add: “I taken you something for change you”.
Right after, you added: “Nothing particular, but I thought you needed some few things”.
“‘You are so sweet…” shaking my head, surprised how you was so caring toward me.
We were in front, one of another, you had taken my hips, and I was embraced you, and for a while we remained with the faces that touched softly.
Our breathes was at unison, we looked at each other in silence.
We came out from the bedroom.
You taken me in your arms, and we went downstairs.
It was waiting us something it would overwhelmed us.”