Naked and loved

We assume that a woman is a flower isn't it? This flower in front of me has the taste of dew and yet has not cried. Maybe she could have cried for joy then it's okay but I didn't do anything except hold her tight without suffocating him.

Far be it from me to see a woman go crazy with ruined mascara and smudged lipstick because of a man.

Today is a cold day but Sajira does not want to put on her panties anyway and turns in a miniskirt making me crazy.

She's a little crazy these days. Maybe he has a thousand hormones and he doesn't want me to realize it, but the fact is that I never miss a thing. There are countless times when I found out that she was crying in the middle of the night calling Hazuki her sister who lives on the other side of the world in Italy.

She, Sajira, pretends to be too strong but is a flower with very delicate petals! He doesn't want the truth to surface but sooner or later I will be able to make it open and look better inside his heart.

Now the nights are uncontrollable and we have sex every night at a fast pace.

She no longer screams like last year but my name teases her so much.

He says 'Calt Caaalt' and asks me to push her vagina with the sound of pushing.

I act accordingly and I draw her more and more to me hoping that it's not just sex because I love her incredibly much and get lost in those blue eyes like the sea.

I don't know where we're going to end but now it's time to breathe next to her, one more time.