could not be removed head the perfect image of his pelvis.
That afternoon was like a discovery, as if for the first time I saw him naked belly, as if his memory did not recognize that surface smooth and soft, as if his fingers had never traveled that part of your skin.
Perhaps it was the position, the angle of vision, perhaps, that until then had failed to see, perhaps something was different or maybe he knew that this could be the last time.
Maybe.
The reason was not important, all that mattered was that image, the memory of that image and the feeling that accompanied it.
would have liked to freeze that image, immortalize, keep it forever. A photograph, painting, any method that would not be lost, which might remain alive forever.
was not possible at that time was not aware that the image would move, change of posture and dissolve over time.
is now only the memory, the magical memory of that image of perfect symmetry, of the naked body marked by a slight line of curly hair and guarded by desire.
That afternoon was like a discovery, as if for the first time I saw him naked belly, as if his memory did not recognize that surface smooth and soft, as if his fingers had never traveled that part of your skin.
Perhaps it was the position, the angle of vision, perhaps, that until then had failed to see, perhaps something was different or maybe he knew that this could be the last time.
Maybe.
The reason was not important, all that mattered was that image, the memory of that image and the feeling that accompanied it.
would have liked to freeze that image, immortalize, keep it forever. A photograph, painting, any method that would not be lost, which might remain alive forever.
was not possible at that time was not aware that the image would move, change of posture and dissolve over time.
is now only the memory, the magical memory of that image of perfect symmetry, of the naked body marked by a slight line of curly hair and guarded by desire.
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