She rested on her soft bed, recovering her limbs that had just been bathed in love. She wrapped a sheet of soft pink flowers around her body ... It had been a long time since he had gone somewhere .. Now she could not free him at all. What and how he was sowing happiness in her life. Her soft salmon blonde hair still smelled of his touch. His fingers were still lingering on her neck, moving like a light delicate peacock ... She was thrilled by the mere memory of his touch ... She smiled to herself at his mischievous memory. If it was this man .. how much he would have wished to live in such a secret place .. otherwise he would have been different ...
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