3rd December °2

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Pillows under the sheets,


Light off signaling that I am already asleep,


My old looking window slightly opened,





He came,





I can finally see his features.





He looks like a model,


His tiny waist enwrapped in a black coat,


His muscular thighs wearing with style some black pants,


I am wondering how he isn't cold with that white T-shirt.





His eyes are glissening under the beautiful full moon,





He is approaching my bed.







No






He stopped,






He turned around,






He is coming






He is coming toward my hidden place,






No again,







He is going to the window!





Don't go


Don't go...

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