i would like to write you a story

I wish I could write it. The reason... to have lived it. I wish I could write that I kissed your polka dots. I don't know where you keep your tickles, that I have mortified you provoking them so that later you can take revenge in the form of kisses. Kisses, those kisses on my body, the kisses on my butterfly lips, the vehement, burning kisses in my mouth. The incendiary kisses on my neck tearing up my skin. The kisses that slide down my neck that go down to my breasts and stay stuck there. Those going down to my navel, follow their intrepid path and travel up to my sex, awakening new groans... kisses, many kisses that I can't write to you. I'd like to write about our discussions, for any silly actually. That you look at me frowned and I teach you my tongue with all disgrace, while laughter peeks into my eyes and breaks in my mouth without being able to contain myself. I would like to write about the trips we took together. From that sunrise wrapped in your arms watching the day come and how the sun caught us asleep in broad daylight. I would like to write about that time when sadness overwhelmed me and with your silence, being by my side, hugging my body you made me reborn. That time you felt sick, it seemed like you were going to die, while I laughed at your exaggeration at what was a simple cold. As I woke up and cradle you in my arms singing in your ear, the most beautiful lullaby I learned in my childhood... we all become kids when we feel vulnerable at times. I would like to write to you about the projects that we are moving forward together, my projects that with your unconditional support, as the best of the fans, can finally realize. From your proud face watching as I was just happy. Imagine how much I would like to text you... I don't think there was any role in the world that could house our love story. They were Mirror ✍🏼 Title : A Story