"Lucia's Lover": You are here, I am, I must love.

Brionna 2022-01-07 15:54:35

Lucia. Loved, loved secretly.
Love cannot be hidden. She needs to speak out.

She stared at the man she loved, and sincerely said all her thoughts about love, and promised to give him time to let him love her.
He listened. There is pure and transparent water flowing because of distress in his eyes. He said he had fallen in love with her. Concise and direct.

"If you think that I am obedient, then I will be full of anger."
Let love grow naturally.

My eyes fell on the sexual organs of my lover;
we looked at each other, we exchanged dark words,
we loved each other like poppies and memories, we slept like wine in a shell
like the sea, in the light of the blood of the moon.

That about the body, that about the soul, they all grow together firmly.
So, when Lucia thought that her lover had died, she went to the beautiful island in her lover's mind. Since the body is gone, let's be with his soul or together.

In short, to be together, to love.

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Extended Reading
  • Muriel 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    The pictures are all pale and pale; the erotic scenes are well shot, and the rest is...

  • Kristofer 2022-01-07 15:54:35

    She suddenly realized that his departure was real. The irresistible pain caused her to walk back and forth on the beach, shaking and saying to herself non-stop: No, don’t go swimming, I’m alone, alone, alone in the sun, and I can live alone. Go down... eyes stubborn and strong

Sex and Lucía quotes

  • Carlos: This really isn't an island.

    Lucía: It isn't?

    Carlos: It's a giant lid. A floating piece of earth. Like a raft.

    Lucía: But it isn't moving.

    Carlos: People get dizzy here during high tide. And no one knows why.

    Lucía: Except you.

    Carlos: I've dived underneath the whole island. It's totally hollow. Thousands of caves, but nothing else. Not a single rock connects it to the sea floor.

  • Pepe: [At Lorenzo's birthday party] Well, the baby girl was born in Madrid. But she was conceived on a beach, on an island, a night like tonight, with a stranger from Madrid. It was his birthday. If you write this well, it'll be the story of your life. And my birthday gift to you.