When Chavela comes in my mouth, tells me he put his hand on the waist, because her eyes I access imprison me in the waves of his words and his body. She describes me, I speak of ripe fruit, smells of my skin and its turns, I think she is in love with me, I've never been in any woman, I get nervous just thinking about rubbing against the soft lips mine, but that demon Chavela has stuck in my throat, that keeps me breathing when his song begins, Chavela, shut up, I do not want to open your mouth, but she trills out, wood smokes, I go out helmets horses, night jasmine and especially a gaseous material, rarefied, intoxicating the soul I think it is yours, that I want to stick in the body to convince him to give himself Chavela, I fear I have ... she whispers as a cat purrs me to calm me down, but the fever has already exceeded my limits, your breath burns, Chavela, take off, save me. Finally, when my eyes narrowed and thirsty reflect the fireballs that emerge from the wall, she just make their work as a nurse.
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