Smells of coffee and the morning silence. Eva, eyes are closed snauduļoja. Through close our lashes, she watched the garden, trees, flowers. She caressed her breasts and tīksminājās on their nipples. Who piebrieda as cranberries after rain. Yesterday she gave way to pleasure. She, smiling, remembered yesterday. It was so nice to meet him again and all to enjoy from the beginning. Succumb to the magic. Listen to his voice. So he whispered sweetly, come to me. Come, and took him by the hand. Leaned herself firmly attached. Warmth, tenderness ravaged, Eve’s delicate, feminine, vulnerable body. Or, I was allowed to refuse him? Or, I was allowed to refuse, for yourself? It defied the mind, soul singing. Body enjoyed. He was with me that night. Only silence reminds of him … and the smell of coffee in the morning.
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