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The Last Movie
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===The Last Movie===
Waiting in front of a ticket-booth,
my mind started to drift far way...
Inside a windowless, comforting, dim room:
I could see vividly every curvatures of
your sensuous silhouette.
I could arouse your erogenous passion by
brushing your inner thighs tenderly.
I could hear your racing pulses when
placing my head against your heaving breasts.
You embraced me earnestly with your caring hands,
and slowly, gently, led my head
down to your waiting desire.
You shuddered, when my exploring tongue probed
deep inside you, while my firm-soothing fingers
twisted your aching nipples.
You closed your eyes, concentrating on the pleasures
given to you through my quenching thirst,
soon you moaned in a soft, wailing cry.
Finally you came, in waves of hurrying breath
with fervent heartbeats, rushing toward me...
Slowly catching up your breath, your hot-blushing cheeks
gradually cooled down into radiant milky white.
Oh! your bashful smile took my breath away.
Apologizing anxiously, you had thought you were late.
My dear, you were not.
The show won't start till after six.
You were relieved and came to lean against my shoulder.
Holding your petite frame in my arm, I could smell
the freshen scent of your lovely red hair.
Stroking your hair softly, I'd touched your tenderness,
and we both felt a stirring emotion consuming us.
Embracing my waist amorously, you raised your puerile face,
and our moist eyes met for an eternity...
We both knew this would be our last movie together.
Tomorrow I should be leaving for that distance land.
Lagging in prolong steps, with an unnameable emotion,
we walked toward the theater for the show...
Inside a windowless, comforting, dim room.
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