I was at home on the sofa. I thought of you. But not for you I - TopicsExpress



          

I was at home on the sofa. I thought of you. But not for you I know. I was dreaming about you. And I did not dare tell you. And you were there, magical. And so sad. Your stockings, your breasts, morning legs. Everything was so beautiful. And you looked at me surprised, hesitant. Why did you not tellnothing? I do not know, I replied. And already your image of queen of beauty disappeared. You were not there. And I still feel your smell on me. Alone.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 03:04:48 +0000

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