all began with two looks that were intertwined during a second infinity a Tuesday. Then the light touch of your fingers on my arm, my fingertips your fingertips and played on any exchange of objects, words that turn into whispers, and so on, until my lips and your lips are confused and we do not know or where we are. Since then I can not sleep if not with your embrace, gave me goosebumps every time you breathe and the smell of your body has become my balm. The thing goes from bad to worse. Still I wonder why you can not continue my psychologist? Now you are one of my addictions. 
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