She looked in the mirror for half an hour, the scarf covering her body hanging by the punch and short skirt, floral lace bra turquoise drowned everything that was reeling from inside, made her look like feathers a peacock, strutting from one side to another trying to stay on the mirror, his lips under a cheap gloss passionate kisses sent to the apple of his eye, the music of the radio marked the sound of salsa and without thinking about moving your body enlarging figure. The belt with silver stars red could not close, no matter, a green striped shawl took his place and danced to the tune of Willie Colon whispered in his ear,
... just encourages me to make you mine divine desire, the more it destroys the uncertainty I'm going ...
And smiled in the mirror, then surely someone wanted, or so they thought.
creams bought from a catalog covering his face, wrinkle cream with sunscreen, no matter that it was night.
A move down, a move up, arms up and hips to one side, burying bare feet moving on the carpet stained by mustard,
... That kisses I raise at daybreak and that the affair will last forever when night came, and when the dawn comes full of enjoyment, are based on one your soul and mine ...
never knew what it meant romance but could imagine running and rushed between the muscular arms of a movie star, blond as only she wanted, and eye color of her shawl, he was carrying in his arms and twirled her hair as she moved from side to as do other models of lavender-scented shampoo and he kissed her neck.
The trumpets sounded and his body moved, closed his eyes to imagine better, not to stumble opened with slippers Crocodile usurping the stage, the mirror was small or larger artistic brilliance of all, she knew only as an artist he was. He sang softly but her lips all the words spelled out in the song, all slept like to present your show. They returned
trumpets and sweat ran down his face deshasiendo creaminess on his cheeks, feathers flying through the air and were kissed passionately muscular man replacing shawl colored eyes, the love of your life that might never find.
The music was gradually ceasing, I knew everything would come to an end, it was time to sleep, like Cinderella in her fairytale when the night would have to rest, wiped sweat from his forehead and leaned back in his mattress asking God to the Prince Charming who came calling years ago, while the chorus of the lyrics and the sound of trumpets went off slowly
... Dreaming ... with you, wanting, that meets our romance ...
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