The night was cold , very cold. The wind hummed almost speaking for itself , it was so cold that pierced the bones of every person who dared to go out late at night. The dim lights flickered as it fully firefly mating, illuminating the smooth profile of the boy , perfect for many . John. His thoughts were dark as night and his green eyes were full of pain and lust. He hated all living on the planet , including himself right now .
His hands teased the time , forgetting all , pinning forward a cigarette between his lips cracked , to give an initial milestone sucked in a dense cloud of smoke billowing , which dramatically impacted the cremated snuff thread that ascends through the curls of his hair disheveled .
Again, the volatile smoke emanates a sigh from his mouth and after sneaking into the silence between the tiny cracks his window, rushes in the encounter with the nocturnal . The salinity of a tear runs his cheek gently , dying in the corner of his mouth .
On the bedside table was a notebook , where he wrote the best things that had happened in his life . From the first kiss with a girl, until graduation from college. He had two hours wondering if last night going to do one of them. One of the best nights. On the one hand it was, because he had never felt so loved, so full of pleasure and as he himself . But on the other hand , did not have a happy ending.
- To hell with all- He said as what was left of his cigarette in the ashtray and died when fall ends.
With one of his large hands , taked the two most treasured things in this world until yesterday , and with perfect penmanship , began to write:
He watches me . Its like red tea , with small proportions male body rushes over me leaving all my doubts aside . My skin slowly digs his chest hairs , and low , low, low .
Shamelessly , I'm descending from the corners of his thin lips , to the corner of her navel , my timid tongue dance around a shaky start , it runs millimeter by millimeter and he is silent .
His hands plummet to the pure and full of love ritual. I can feel guilty , diplomacy takes place and offers a long, sensual kiss . I look and think - Poor him - But, dear me , that wrathful act between vague tremors under white sheets . As I mentioned before, my doubts are gone , love has never been so pure to me, until now. His lips are stuck in my throat , like a bloodthirsty vampire . One, two , three cardinals are formed in it . But I do not care .
Now , our bodies are one. I remember when I was in class romanticism , and now I understand a little of the meaning of that literature, which had been so strange for me.
So we are covered with milestones , by packaging separate beliefs , apologies for silence , unfinished feelings together by a mixture of needs and modesty .
For me , the sky was not the limit. Travel beyond it , stars , galaxies discovered even discovering and worshiping that exquisite body.
- John - I took his chin , causing him to look that look glorious body .
- I love you - We came to melt into a kiss . I knew what was going to happen next. I took him very hard against me, I don't want to let go , did not want.
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Five years . Sixty months without his body . How long it would stay that way ? Damn books! I'd give anything to be there by his side! But still, I could not. It had been so selfish with himself , I am now in a mental hospital by my own means , or almost I had begun to hurt myself because I thought I were ever good enough for my prince charming.
Whatever, thats love.
Whenever I close my eyes ,
It's like a dark paradise.
