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  • Let’s start from the end, when we separate with a little kiss on cheeks before go each for his road.
    What I would be carrying would be the feelings, the scents above all, but also an unmistakable taste in the mouth, and images and the tension of the skin, as if still we were grazing and noises and signs and shivers. I’m sure that if I could I would return behind little before with you in car. Surely it’s already the "after" but still warm, tender, looking at you again with the dressed it does not have broken the spell, it will seem to me holding you in my arms, feeling you on me. It’s this way that it has gone, it will be the stronger image that, while we will be still in the car, with muscles still in tension, than can quiver as a little before, it will be this the image that I carry with me, your face on me, and your body that waves and I will know as we arrived, even if a lot will be confused, I could not sure repeat in the right order all the single passages, massages, landscapes, through which, without losing not even a drop of which we felt to give eachother, we have arrived therefore, one within, over, for the other and therefore I, that I already knew it before that you lost the first piece of clothing, I would have been there to wish of being I to feel you inside me, because it was all this time that I thought of it and that I felt it, and that I wanted it, and that you escaped from me, and then I got confused, I was distracted and again I returned and you hid, but we knew that it was just what I wanted, to feel you in me, how is it possible, you would have asked, if I have told it to you in advanced, but then now you felt it was exactly like that, maybe you had already begun to feel it when, always in car, we had gone there, where you suggested, you had chosen that place and it was natural that it would have been therefore when you had gained your resistances, and it was enough to leave and perhaps already in car you had begun to understand it while we kept the hand, only the hand, but in that tension there was already all that carried to you within of me, from which part I don’t know, from all the pore perhaps, maybe the tenderness, it was what had attracted me above all, the idea that for all these years I had cultivated of lose me in the sea of your tenderness, of abandon me and leave you pouring rivers of tenderness for drowning me. Was it or not what we felt in car while we were approaching? Or perhaps also from before, since we met finally, an attended date with the desire that went up to every step that approached me to you, the same indecent desire that took me when I tried to down throw at the telephone your barriers, until that “yes” that made you to take the leadership of the operations, when you didn’t have anymore the desire of escaping, when you did not have anything to be fear of, and you have decided, when, how and where you would have made me to be shipwrecked in you.
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