Zaa's silhouette was synonymous with lucidity. It is a symbol created by my heart, the rain that any open space needs, the light, my love for the light has the size of the fire that evokes its silhouette when walking towards me.

I spend hours between the memories, the depression is terribly hard, the beauty of this is that always opens a way to touch the colors and collect the beautiful things of our lives, there I collect jewelry with all the nostalgia.

Zaa, you liked to walk among my melodies, I know that you sing my songs in your mind, out loud, even unwittingly, because they are made so that you could feel pleasure in hearing them. I noticed the time you were on a catwalk modeling in that winter, when you gave the back I read your lips and was one of my songs.

Chocolate and a pineapple cocktail...

I like strange things. A strange woman like you who recently recovered from a depression like me, lost in the pleasure of being alone, bet more than once on an orgasm in front of a screen.

Zaa and anxiety

Before we met you looked at me with the desire to eat me, to devour me like a beast, lover of my flesh. Then to that catwalk in that museum where with a gesture you made with your tongue, I understood everything and we went to a place near the bathroom where we could easily be seen, but we didn't care.

Without words, without knowing our names, without imagining that we would be a love full of hate like today. We fucked delicious while the others drank vodka and talked about Versace, for me is the best way to mock and partly be a little happy. While others talk about ambiguous things we have orgasms.

The orgasm is the closest thing to personal fulfillment, we feel gods, you told me once, that little tickle inside that is like a cascade of juices in a river makes you feel very powerful, especially if you are on top of me or with your back arched, in heels, with skirts, without underwear underneath in a museum where they hear us groan, no matter what they say about those who feel pleasure at any minute.

You were anxious and I understand you, the appearance of a king is irresistible.

We feel the music: Zaa dancing

You can't imagine the things that I'm doing in the studio, it's simply amazing that I get published in 2020 is that the truth is that I don't care about followers or views, social networks, the approval of others, anything like that, I care about money and it seems like a good income to recover my investments and at the same time that you and I can create our own brand of clothing and organize our own runways, stop being employees, leave everything, what we've always wanted, get out from below, find each other. Leave it all...

You told me once that I was a visionary and today we are here, you talk to me about power after making love with a bit of cheap philosophy, for me is the best, ignorance is undervalued. And then I am a sun that is worn out as talent demands and you recharge all my flame my light, dancing. On the table there are fruits, it is still early to begin our true ritual.

"We go to the market, we buy watermelon, which I really want to eat, and we watch porn.

And I just had to say yes, without thinking about it.

I always come home and take a fruit, I just like to remove the shell and start eating it imagining it is your pussy, in fact I look you in the eyes when my mouth is full of juice and sweetness, that makes you crazy.

We go to bed, you eat a banana, you bring ice, you begin to dance you give me the watermelon in the mouth, you give me the banana in a kiss, you begin to masturbate, all the marks see us making love, in the closet are your suits. You start to dance but...

I hold your hand and then I put my fingers in your sex and I feel that smell of strawberry that refreshes my soul and my tongue dances slowly and with sudden accelerations to increase the volume of your groans.

You ask me to tie you to the bed, because we both love that when you come and there is something that stops us and everything is more delicious, even above the concept of God.

And so is your pussy, sweet, like a drug in which I immerse myself and never want to go out again or as if happiness pursued me and I simply let myself be trapped, or like when it doesn't rain and I am simply a bad poet who evokes rain, wealth, good harvest (all the beauty of your thong put on) and I become a slave to your jets, Zaa.

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