Oh man, I still remember her beautiful face illuminated by the candle

Published Thursday, 3rd Sep 04:47 BST

Oh man, I still remember her beautiful face illuminated by the candle light. She was lovable with that red dress, swinging around the room like a butterfly.

When I took her into my arms and looked right into her eyes, I knew that something special was happening, I knew that she was the perfect one.

- Why are you dancing alone - I asked. She smiled andanswered:

- You are soooimpatient! The night is a child and we will be swinging as long as you want... or you can - then, she blinked - but first, lets take our dinner.

I could barely stand in front of her without getting her dress off and kissing her body, but in a act of major will, I sat on the table and started some smooth talking.

The room was dark and only the candle lights gave us some hints of the ambient. Staring her, my mind started to dream. Like a awake dreamer, I've almost forget the reality, just imagining us swinging together around the table, getting our clothes off and feeling the warm of her skin.

Alicia is her name. Her pale skin quickly blushes when I told some love words at her ears. Black, black and long hair, like a dark stream, promising me inaudit pleasures, if I dare to be drought on it.

I'm losting my mind. She is here, just in front of me, but I cant touch her. I cant have her.

Twisted thinking. Ideas swinging on the air.

Then I saw the knife. Everything turns red.

And I start to remember. Everything is repeating:

Oh man, I still remember her beautiful face illuminated by the candle light. She was lovable with that red dress, swinging around the room like a butterfly.

When I took her into my arms and looked right into her eyes, I knew that something special was happening, I knew that she was the perfect one.

I could barely stand in front of her without getting her dress off and kissing her body, but in a act of major will, I sat on the table and started some smooth talking.

The room was dark and only the candle lights gave us some hints of the ambient. Staring her, my mind started to dream. Like a awake dreamer, I've almost forget the reality, just imagining us swinging together around the table, getting our clothes off and feeling the warm of her skin.

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