There,
at the foot of the horizon, very far between the infinite interstitium and the
nothing indestructible, there were kept forever the twilights that were
witnesses next to the warm sand, of the wild audacity on those September
afternoons ...
Gone is that first day when still innocent you abandoned yourself shy and passive to the primal and unforeseen caresses that little by little made you a woman. Your iridescent eyes refused to look at me, but in your belly, however, the hidden desires crackled. All that has been kept as an eternal always in my memory.
We plotted since then, when we could, a late afternoon escape ... Following different paths we met and when we saw each other our smiles came together before anything else, then the eyes full of emotions and finally the lips that were delivered as if it were the last farewell.
Your desires oozed in my ear and your exquisite hands sought to fill with my desire while your fingers advanced with irreverent agency; they soon learned to invade my body with the momentum of fierce warriors ...
We ended with the rush of a kiss without time for more, each one came from you always peeking between your raging hair burned by the sun.
I wonder: Where did they go to give those kisses that we shared together on the short afternoons of September? Where did those long hugs end that we tied to illusions and abandoned to their fate?
And where was that single spring in September?
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