Wet towels

Intercom rings, a quick hello and hear like footsteps on the stairs are gaining strength, while as fierce kamikaze, surf nerves, they are drawn.

Strike knuckles, shy glances and my hands without knowing where to save. I offer you a drink, say you do not want glass and inadvertently start ringing laughter, while products remain and neglect, including, left liar.

Words are not needed to make my hands look your belt, your shirts falling onto the table and, magic and fearful, Your fingers start to explore you say is a beautiful body.

Noto shake your fingers explored my torso careful. Trembling I, breathing quickens and buttons one to one start to sag, may feel pressure and desire that all portend nothing learned lived here.

The desire we found in soil, runs the kitchen and shower wet clothes removed while I just think that God exists even knowing that at the end God will go.

Water absorbs the clumsy words and masterful sound Keane decides, in the windows at night and eats the sunset behind the curtain new tunes are gathering pace and that pace we get carried away.

The kisses are tender and well earned peace. With water cravings do not wait and see all the hits that wall can withstand.

Traces of water throughout the house whimsical drawings show down the road and wet towels, repudiated, slide down no matter where we fall.

Hear laughter sound left and acrobatic jumps are mixed with saliva, water, and strange positions that make us laugh even more. I will not be halting brightness of your eyes.

Shades. Forms. In light of 4 candles silhouettes have something unreal grow and grow and then disappear without further, take shape again and do not understand why I can not stop kissing.

The laughs continue and still I can not hold on and then shows its endless sky, plan together and let go knowing that it has been the beginning and also the end of a story that was born in the lines of a Chat.

Your hands look mine, squeeze and understand why no disguise, I soaked my head wet and sweat engage us again while lying you never tell me there had been a similar flight.

The laughs again plan and cha cha cha dance back to the room to shower, stopping off on the couch, and returning 4 Wet towels can now be stepping.

The magic is still beating and united, dance and dance. Time has stopped, Night has fallen and no matter what you had to go hours.

The door is closed, desire becomes calm and the sound will tend to shut kisses. I know I will never forget, you always keep him tonight and knowing, I know he is untouchable and pure as keep skin tattoo.