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Rozas
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Often i ride through the avenue with trees and get past the stately house with
high windows.
Automatically i look at the top window because i instinctively think there is
his room.
I can not look inside, just the reflection or propelling clouds in the glass.
Once i stood at the door, ascend the stairs to it took me a lot of courage.
But what had i fanally to say, could invent an excuse not to.
Overhanging geraniums on the balcony seemed staring at me.
Behind the door i seemed to perceive sounds to me were anxious to leave.
As long as i know him yet and then only in thick coat because it was winter but now it will be summer i image him in short and light shirts of wich the first buds open to give me a glimpse of the smooth skin and that i should go open...maybe to the navel;
Who knows he does the same for me...and maybe more...i already let the skin
to tan.
Can i secretly dream of him on the beach, building a sand castle and next to
each other in colorful baggypants and in thought while the water destroys
our fortress?
There must have been somthing, perhaps a glance that here too long took,
a glint in the eyes, the "spark"... for now we walk noisily to the highest floor
and the room i just know from the street side.
The pounding of our accelerated steps on the stairs, our loud voice echoes in
the hall and suddenly we are facing the door of his room and silence falls on
both of us, only our quick breath form walking on the stairs.
The sound of high heels echoing in the hall.
"Hi mom, i'm here with the boy of the school."
And for the joke i' d like to shout:" Madam i love your son!"
But of course i will not!
Two guys lie now like close friends facing each other, they are now suddenly
become verry still.
Twin there not two pairs of eyes and the space between them is it not really
minimized?
Is the voltage does not cut now their passion is reflected in their cheeks?
Much later...clothing is spread on the bed, trembling usure hands caressing and touching.
Eyes closed, clean lines around the mouth, hands make massaging movements
making it hard and become stiffer.
And when toes cramp, it flows on the sheets of the churned bed.
If you're lazing on the beach, look for bright young men in baggy pants.
Whose castle is flooded by rising water.
Or if you drive through the avenue with trees just look for the top window of the mansion and look for clouds wich are reflected in the glass.
Let the overhanging geraniums but look a you, as soon they come out on
their bikes and they noisily leave the avenue of trees.
high windows.
Automatically i look at the top window because i instinctively think there is
his room.
I can not look inside, just the reflection or propelling clouds in the glass.
Once i stood at the door, ascend the stairs to it took me a lot of courage.
But what had i fanally to say, could invent an excuse not to.
Overhanging geraniums on the balcony seemed staring at me.
Behind the door i seemed to perceive sounds to me were anxious to leave.
As long as i know him yet and then only in thick coat because it was winter but now it will be summer i image him in short and light shirts of wich the first buds open to give me a glimpse of the smooth skin and that i should go open...maybe to the navel;
Who knows he does the same for me...and maybe more...i already let the skin
to tan.
Can i secretly dream of him on the beach, building a sand castle and next to
each other in colorful baggypants and in thought while the water destroys
our fortress?
There must have been somthing, perhaps a glance that here too long took,
a glint in the eyes, the "spark"... for now we walk noisily to the highest floor
and the room i just know from the street side.
The pounding of our accelerated steps on the stairs, our loud voice echoes in
the hall and suddenly we are facing the door of his room and silence falls on
both of us, only our quick breath form walking on the stairs.
The sound of high heels echoing in the hall.
"Hi mom, i'm here with the boy of the school."
And for the joke i' d like to shout:" Madam i love your son!"
But of course i will not!
Two guys lie now like close friends facing each other, they are now suddenly
become verry still.
Twin there not two pairs of eyes and the space between them is it not really
minimized?
Is the voltage does not cut now their passion is reflected in their cheeks?
Much later...clothing is spread on the bed, trembling usure hands caressing and touching.
Eyes closed, clean lines around the mouth, hands make massaging movements
making it hard and become stiffer.
And when toes cramp, it flows on the sheets of the churned bed.
If you're lazing on the beach, look for bright young men in baggy pants.
Whose castle is flooded by rising water.
Or if you drive through the avenue with trees just look for the top window of the mansion and look for clouds wich are reflected in the glass.
Let the overhanging geraniums but look a you, as soon they come out on
their bikes and they noisily leave the avenue of trees.
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