An Encounter
Many things can happen in the middle of the night.
A deed was done in the deepest darkness. In the distance, the moon couldn’t avoid blushing after looking at that scene. Two souls entwined as one, fighting against the cruel wind trying to separate them. Kisses embedded with pure moonlight taste, as deep as the same ocean.
No shame in surrendering to a carnal desire. Every pore of the skin was begging for a little heat. Wild night for a couple of lost souls who were starting to lose sight of what meant being young and feeling lust for life. There was no use in trying to deny what the heart craved.
An explosion of color shook two bodies that, sweating, clung to each other so as not to succumb to the cruel rhythm of life. Each kiss, each caress was a particle of color imprinted on the other person’s skin.
Swaying slightly to the oldest rhythm in the world, he stroked her breasts as if they were two pieces of the same sky. A nimble tongue traced all the curves and crevices, like a brilliant artist creating a masterpiece tinged with the tone of the same lust.
Neither of the lows had bodies that precisely fit the ideals presented by the magazines, and at a time like this, it couldn’t matter less.
It didn’t matter how long they lasted in that hypnotic trance. A few minutes or a few hours, it made no difference. In the end, their bodies had been soaked and brimming with a desire to have another similar encounter as soon as possible.
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