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File 1, Part 2 - Tryst

The rain stops,

the clouds part,

the stars show,

and the dewdrops drip

from the leaves to the ground,

from where the smell of the Earth wafts.

As for the two lovers, they collapse

on the bed

from their second time,

huddling and staring

into each other's eyes,

smiling and ignoring

the slightly dimming glow of the room

and the remaining sweat and scum on their skin.

His arm and legs snake

around her body,

while her hand

cradles his face and plays

with his locks.

In a hush, she begins,

"Is it just me, but I am noticing

that with time, you are hesitating

less and less?

Tonight, in particular,

without saying,

you insisted on leading

from start to finish

and providing me more pleasure

than me for you.

And good heavens—

you squirted all over my back,

then my abdomen,

not sparing my hair!

Look at me, my love,

an utter mess,

and all because of you!"

Gently, she takes his hand,

guiding it over her red locks, her skin—

warm, sticky, white with residue.

"I can clean myself later,

but tell me, my love,

what shall I do

with my hair—

these soft, silken curls

now ruined by you?"

His face contorts,

but his eyes

almost bulge out of their sockets.

Damn! Did I try a little too much

to impress her?

"My heart, please pardon me

for my shamelessness-!"

"Nonsense!"

She kisses

his quivering lips,