With her hand small and fine. And hot! Hot on the outside
and inside. A small hand with a soul in my hand she holds my great and tired
and breathless. I hold my breath to hear asleep, picking his heavy breathing of
the man who fell asleep. I can escape to from her. She let me pull her hand out
of his hand and go beyond. At him, her younger brother newborn.
I remember I race through hundreds of hours, even thousands
I stayed beside her to sleep. Just sleep. And I feel that I raise my hand stole
from me. That makes me feel her hand I do not belong to me. And it's nice
feeling. Especially they belong . The man with the smile of a beautiful
goddess. They belong, the one that makes me see myself, I reflect, I find, I
find, like me and hate me, love me and forgive me. Let me
And that makes me angry because I want to belong to me. Or
even to me occasionally. At least when I need to pee.
And the wave of anger and helplessness to recover my self
from the grip of her hand, through my head the next 30 years. Her rebellious
years, the years leaving home, the years her love, the years in which you like
to be snatched the hand. Be it her or others. Let's find. And shed a tear
thinking that now I have the hand available from all hands its future. The
warmest and most loving, the most unconditional and most possessive. The
carefree hand of all. A hand only wants me for it, because it's too painful to
share with her brother.
I can feel her breathing hard and I know she sleeps. I would
like to turn on the hand May! Let me melt in her hand low and to remain there
only her mother. They comprise clamp her hand with the other hand on heart, ask
her if I want to feel her pulse small in my heart and I think what a privilege
being so wonderful that holds my hand with her whole being.
I can not sip joy state of grace because I hear it. From
beyond. He call me with his hand.
He just wants to be his mother!
I carefully hand the tongs escape her possessive love and
run away from him hot dry lips and hands.
He did not like my hand. He wants me to squeeze the last
body fluids and suck avidly. Preventively with a hand grabbed my other nipple. He
drinks me like a beer mug with a scorching August day and eats me like a hunk of meat to the lions
feast. Too much expected to come from it. So he drink and eat me until exhaustion. Let's nothing left
of her mother. To devour all his mother. In one night.
It snatch with full noise, turns, and catch me.
He falls asleep holding my hand!
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