May. 22nd, 2014
A beautiful dog?
Who knows, because in the fifth round, I get knocked out, and it isn’t just one where I can’t get up. It’s a knockout where I’m knocked cold, unconscious.
When I’m out, she fills me.
I see her and we’re at the track, just us in the grandstand, and she kisses me. She comes close and she tastes so nice. It’s unbearable. Me, with one gentle hand on her face and the other nervously gripping the collar of her shirt. Her with her lips on mine, and her hands gliding up my rib cage, bit by bit. Just gentle, so gentle.
Her lips.
Her hips.
Her pulse, inside mine. So gentle, so gentle.
So
“Gentle,” I hear Rube’s voice. “Be gentle with him.” Damn, I’m awake. Awake and ashamed.
( кусок приличный, но кто не поленится прочесть, тому мини-катарсис гарантид )
Markus Zusak. Fighting Ruben Wolfe
Who knows, because in the fifth round, I get knocked out, and it isn’t just one where I can’t get up. It’s a knockout where I’m knocked cold, unconscious.
When I’m out, she fills me.
I see her and we’re at the track, just us in the grandstand, and she kisses me. She comes close and she tastes so nice. It’s unbearable. Me, with one gentle hand on her face and the other nervously gripping the collar of her shirt. Her with her lips on mine, and her hands gliding up my rib cage, bit by bit. Just gentle, so gentle.
Her lips.
Her hips.
Her pulse, inside mine. So gentle, so gentle.
So
“Gentle,” I hear Rube’s voice. “Be gentle with him.” Damn, I’m awake. Awake and ashamed.
( кусок приличный, но кто не поленится прочесть, тому мини-катарсис гарантид )
Markus Zusak. Fighting Ruben Wolfe