🍂💙He met her like this by chance,
on an ordinary day.
Their long phone calls made them confide in each other their respective fantasies.
He knew that she was a flower to be made to bloom...
They had never tasted it before...
they talked about it, they imagined it...
She was just the beautiful woman to conquer,
one of many, nothing more.
She could become the perfect lover,
the one without love.
No involvement.
No heart.
Just sensations.
Leather only.
Just sex...
During those hours of passion she gave him her body...
but also her heart.
He sensed it immediately.
He had her in his hands,
between his lips,
between those sheets...
noooo...
this woman wasn't like the others.
They broke up,
each returned to their own lives.
But those eyes of hers...
which immediately spoke to him about everything.
That mouth of hers eager for kisses.
That particular scent of hers that she would never forget again...
That heart of hers...
that he began to love.
Yes...
she could have been the perfect lover,
but it wasn't like that...
because she became love...
💙💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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