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This is something I wrote ... I love u.u




She:

In his room, alone, destroyed, sore wept a girl of no more than 18 years. He wanted to die, I could not believe what was happening, she was becoming like him.
A memory wandered through her mind as she wept. The memory of him standing off. Cold, indifferent, silent. She watched the dark wet wood and the floor of his room. Not uttered a sound. I listen as someone had come to this huge house.
He got up without saying anything and got between the covers of his bed. I try to sleep but could not.

He:

I entered the house with the aroma of flowers. I remembered the first day I was there, but it was by far, was sleepy and should get up early the next day. I ran my eyes the main hall and up the stairs, there was no sound or smell. I thought it was gone, but now I walk into the room I see her asleep. Or so created.
I go, I take off my shirt and pants. At the end of the day had left her shoes at the entrance. I lie down beside him and stared.
She placed one of my hands on her waist and twist gently, like I've never done. I look at this wakes, give her a little kiss on her delicate and crimson lips, loose and slowly close my eyes to fall asleep. I feel as close to me and beats me, as if it were a bear hug me.

She:

This to me, I'm not alone. I think. He gave me a kiss, touched me. I've missed you so much.
We embrace like when we were kids, and I feel like I returned the embrace. I sit still and feel how your heart beats and beats to a bar that is audible to my senses. Passed my hand across his back and play that little tattoo that is near the shoulder. It's so nice, feel every inch of her skin, and warm; want to stay like this forever. But tomorrow morning he will go and not see it until the time that returns to rest. Moments that are just me, not that time does. Or what time again. I just know he's mine and nobody else.

He:

Does not sound the damn alarm clock. I said, I will not leave, I want to stay here. It's so small, yet so pretty. Your skin brushes against mine and it feels good. By strange is happening, not that my girl cent. I open one eye and look sideways, is getting to bed and approached me. It beats me and falls asleep, I close my eyes, and this with me.
I turn to wake up, the sun hits me in the face. I look around the room, look at the girl I have in my arms and then look at my watch found on her nightstand, too late ... too late! ... I try not to move too fast, not to wake her, but I grip harder. Shit, she turned off the alarm and now I can not let go!, I think.
I look awake, I am angry with her. There should be no echo that, I could have asked me before. She looks confused and does not understand it's late.

She:

I got scared, I looked. He's angry, I realize. If not apologize, I let go, but still not moving. He approached me, he rubs his lips and looks at me straight in the eyes without speaking.
I look at him and does nothing but hold me back. Close your eyes and kisses me.

He:

It's too late, because I do not have to go. It's everything. I'm tired, I'm never with it, say I get sick and I could not move. I kissed those sweet lips that not long ago proved. Its sweet scent intoxicates me even more.
I stroke her back, so soft it sticks even more to me. I feel like every part of your body, tensing as he felt my touch. I continue kissing and caressing her, let her lips for a little shortness of breath and start to leave kisses on his neck. The bite, play with my tongue in her neck, the neckline of her blouse.

She:

His hands caress me, her mouth kissing me, his body hit me. I love this man so sexy, so sweet and good, cold and indifferent. But above all things MINE.
Spend minutes journey, with his lips, his tongue, his hands. I like contact with my skin. I am powerless over not want to do something that I must, I fear that after all is a game.
He never deceived me, and I lied. But still, this happened to me before. I lied, I cheated, I used it, let me. But he still follows me.
It is the only one you have given me, I did not like what someone else want him.
I LOVE it.










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