Tag: Am Writng a Fantasy

And in everything this, not even a word, while our perfumes were merging one in another, always more

your hand on my belly that slowly caressing my little body

you have promised it again.

he could give her something in change

even if we knew that everything wasnt real, we had continued

you have kissed my hand when it passed next your lips

you was embracing me always more tight and i holded yours arms on my belly

Without add other words, he would have wait for you for continue

They were there, graven on  the little stick of wood. Were there...

The pale light was still around us, and almost we hadnt noticed it