Waited for her but,
The shout of the keys dancing unstoppably made me stand there in the vessel bedroom, accompanied by the hope she would come to me.
I closed my eyes and other senses emerged:
Heard her steps in a monotony melody,
Smell her fragrance involving me,
Felt a kiss with those maternal lips, exactly the one you feel the first time.
As response, I touched her redden and warm face letting me open the door of innocence.
Tasting her delighted words, sound by sound, a "good night my dear daughter."
I digested a piece of tonight's starry sky.
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