Mick Jagger singing Memory Hotel and a beer glass getting warmer complete the scenario.
I light another Marlboro and think what should be the subject of this text.
Well, is there anything else to say then love?
My old jeans, an open chest and the weather remembers me how much I like the heat of love.
Yesterday night we were sweating together, dancing our bodies non stop.
We shared all we could, all forms of love, of fluids mixed in harmony to entertain our lives, to forget our sins our misses.
Kissing her mouth, tangling our tongues, hugging her fit body and taking time to explore every inch in search of our mutual pleasure.
Oh dear, how good is to travel inside her, the moist environment that embraces my manhood, riding woman pleasing my desires and coming continuously in ecstasy.
One, two, three rounds of pleasure summed on a long ride.
Bodies exchanging places, the noisy pouncing takes places sounding a tough continuity to the previous sweet ride.
Now it's the animal urge taking control of two lost minds in lust, the banging intensifies the moaning and orgasms keep flowing till the flesh and blood denotes agony...
...in the balcony another cigarette, a hug and good night, yeah what a great night.