Tag: divine-humor, mystical, sex

DuendeI can’t remember her name.It’s not as though I’ve been in bedwith that many women.The truth is I can’t even rememberher face. I kind of know how strongher thighs were, and her beauty.But what I won’t forgetis the way she tore openthe barbecued chicken with her hands,and wiped the grease on her breasts.

DuendeI can’t remember her name.It’s not as though I’ve been in bedwith that many women.The truth is I can’t even rememberher face. I kind of know how strongher thighs were, and her beauty.But what I won’t forgetis the way she tore openthe barbecued chicken with her hands,and wiped the grease on her breasts.