Every day brings a change in the game with Sven. The coincidences multiply, a little romantic charm combined with a touch of erotic and we are going forward without much hope of retreat. One believes that he plays when he is the toy, not of the other but with each other, of the situation, even if we already know it in advance, we are assigned to roles which we are unable to depart from.
Sven is very blond, hairy skin with rosy cheeks, born May 11th and has that false air of fragility that had attracted me with Damien. Being attracted to him is just the continuation of the impossible, the certainty of failure, but also being faithful to its past, remain equal to oneself, the illusion of not aging. I kissed the lips of Sven as in my dream and he said that was enough. It was indeed and the full moon with opiate delirium was perfect.
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