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dulcified unstoppable lust in the fantastic foreshore <strong>of</strong> desire.<br />
You don’t die in me, dear, as you say. You just dream in the<br />
unfathomable haven <strong>of</strong> my skin, which is outright craving yours.<br />
Because when hope is shared, life rolls up on itself and becomes<br />
endless.<br />
I kept remembering the words she, my ardent sizzling lover <strong>of</strong><br />
superlative exquisite fragrance had written to me the previous night in<br />
some pieces <strong>of</strong> paper coloured in <strong>blue</strong>; pieces that appeared to be<br />
minute fragments <strong>of</strong> beauty and passion which had been delicately<br />
uprooted from heaven itself. Meanwhile, my eyes wandered between<br />
the lines <strong>of</strong> newspaper and stove, before which you stood, my faithful<br />
wonderful wife, engaged in meal preparation tasks. I remember swiftly<br />
taking a delicious hot sip <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee while staring at you. Its flavour<br />
suddenly frolicked in my taste buds and hovered in the most intimate<br />
vicinities <strong>of</strong> my memory.<br />
That c<strong>of</strong>fee, by the way, helped me intensely remember the fascinating<br />
passionate soiree I’d spent with my lover the very preceding evening,<br />
the way my hands and my anxious fingers grazed and grasped her<br />
smooth <strong>scent</strong>ed skin which, glance by glance, silence by silence and<br />
stroke by stroke, I fulfilled with the perpetual energy <strong>of</strong> my most<br />
frenzied concupi<strong>scent</strong> emotions, and where the innermost desire to