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We refreshed the view in Windmill Garden, near Beechwood the town we reside; in this island there is a variety of Dutch Tulips, I wanted to impress her with this place and so we were, to the breeze and the perfume of the flowers I feel her shocking look and I approach to ask her:
- What's wrong?
- No, nothing," she answers, "I see how ugly you are," she smiled at her sarcasm and comes close to my ear, whispering, "Now it turns out that I like ugly.
The last word leaves me no choice but to slowly approach her lips and kiss her; with the rhythm of her lips and her agitated breathing I could live forever in a fantastic world, unfortunately we need oxygen and we separate a little, we remain touching noses and I caress her blushing red cheek, but I need her closer and I take her waist, she is a perfectly carved sculpture and I can not help exploring and getting lost in the curves of her lips again, I stay there forever.