My ice cream is practically melting like my legs. This girl is far too beautiful for me.
-How old are you who always laugh? -
-Eighteen-
-And what's your name?-
-Sajira. I am half Japanese and half Indian. A strange mix, huh? -
-Yes, like my ice cream. But I like that you're strange.
I look at her in her blue hair. They look natural and his eyes have a particular luminescence.
-You are beautiful-
She smiles embarrassed.
I could offer her and serve her the world if only she would allow me. But she looks like an unreachable goddess.
How can I touch it?
I am already startled. I go crazy for her red lips.
I absolutely want to kiss them.
I slingshit and I don't even ask her for permission.
She is warm, ready. I push a hand against his neck and grab it well.
I am going crazy.
Love at first sight? Call it what you want but I'm really out of control.
She does not hold back but at some point she looks at me as she continues to kiss me and I feel that she is about to break away.
Indeed...
-Wow I never kissed a guy like that on the street without knowing him. You are cute though.
-I could take you home if you want ...-
-I would rather come to you-
Those words hit me like a gust of wind in the face.
I look at the handkerchief of the ice cream now on the ground and then fix her.
Much better than Sajira.