He sat on the couch. The skirt fell down on his knees, folds his legs followed perfectly. He had a low-cut T-shirt that revealed her beautiful breasts. The blacks long hair, loose. It was wonderful. He looked at her. His lips came slowly, simply because he could hear better as he spoke. And he, or rather what he wanted to kiss her! Those lips were a dream, a vast sea in which he was losing. Maybe too much. And each time was always the same thing. Or because he wanted someone to lend them a pair of arms only to be able to hug and squeeze hard! But was there still. With an inert body. A body that could not control, and a head that instead reasoned and well knew what he wanted. I almost head without the rest of the body would have been better. No! He was there, and claimed. It grew through the years. Needed to wash it, dress it, but keep them served for nothing but to inspire compassion in people - something he hated a lot. " Now if this woman had on a wonderful and a great desire for her. That could not be met. Meanwhile, she spoke. He did not know. A tear fell from his face. A tear of sadness, anger ... she was like a beautiful sculpture but you can not touch. And how much wanted to touch her, lifted her skirt, kissing ... So why that desire was burning in him, just listening to the journalist who spoke. They were not even so intimate, and yet ... he felt growing up in the passion, sensuality! And she talked and talked ignoring everything. Ignoring that a disabled person might have wanted a woman. Ignoring what he was suffering in seeing, listening ... in the stand it can not have what he wanted. Ignoring even how many times he had felt that way. When the other day her friend was crying and he wanted to comfort her by offering him a hug, for example. That woman was there. Flooded his mind with desire. But a wall dividing the two. A wall, its wall. Difficult to climb over a wall. Impossible to remove. A wall that was hurting. Paralysis. A body that no longer met. Yet he still wants to have that woman ...
Myriam
