While the wind blows I heard that the porn industry blossoms back at home
But while I read about positions and free will and whatnots
I think about the past
A ride
A night work interrupted
The rush, the secret
The secret smile
Those lips
Those hips
And always a reason, an event, an excuse to see you
But the time was long gone
But now you are not
Hooray for the future because we do not know what it has in stores for us…
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