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It is one of a kind.
It’s just me dressed only in the sun rays and shadows of the fence on my summer terrace.
There were people absolutely everywhere that summer afternoon. The entire neighbourhood was out and I had to be quiet not to be noticed.
You can hear it in my voice and in my breath.
My hands and fingers with nails painted red meandering between the shadows and curves and crevices of my body.
Sometimes my pleasures have to be quiet but they are felt just as deeply as my loud screams.
I think nudity is more beautiful when it is bathing in the afternoon sunshine and lines of the moving shadows.
The best kind of eroticism to me is the poetic kind. It has no boundaries.
I could go on like this for a day or a day and a night or two days and two nights. Could you?
Or you can just sleep next to me if you can’t keep up my continuous rhythm and join me at any point you wish.
I will be here.
Love
Malina