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新手上路
- 注册
- 2012-08-06
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- 83
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Rhythm of the falling rain
They hadn't seen each other for a long time. No matter how hard they both had tried to fight against the urge to meet, or to chat on the phone, their mind filled with memories, flashing images that they couldn't even seem to forget. He’s leaving the city for an endeavor of his career and eventually called her. Yes of course she’s there, always there. Had she ever said no to him? Never.
She watched him walking towards her. Her mouth curved into a welcoming smile. She could hear his gasping breathing rattling in his chest, heavy and pounding. Her body surged with yearning, the same yearning she had felt in his presence since she first met him. She had loved him, craved his touch, his gentle eyes and his soft voice. If ever possible, for eternity, she could keep him to her.
He missed the fragrance of Estee Lauder she persistently wore, the sweet smell of the high, walled garden of intimacy, his heaven. He lost himself in her, strived to taste the real everything. She well disguised herself until the day she ultimately opened to him, like a large print book. He pulled her close, stared at her, remained for several moments, heart twisted, ached.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time. No matter how hard they both had tried to fight against the urge to meet, or to chat on the phone, their mind filled with memories, flashing images that they couldn't even seem to forget. He’s leaving the city for an endeavor of his career and eventually called her. Yes of course she’s there, always there. Had she ever said no to him? Never.
She watched him walking towards her. Her mouth curved into a welcoming smile. She could hear his gasping breathing rattling in his chest, heavy and pounding. Her body surged with yearning, the same yearning she had felt in his presence since she first met him. She had loved him, craved his touch, his gentle eyes and his soft voice. If ever possible, for eternity, she could keep him to her.
He missed the fragrance of Estee Lauder she persistently wore, the sweet smell of the high, walled garden of intimacy, his heaven. He lost himself in her, strived to taste the real everything. She well disguised herself until the day she ultimately opened to him, like a large print book. He pulled her close, stared at her, remained for several moments, heart twisted, ached.