THE FIRST DAY OF CLASS

When she was afraid, she got drunk on clothes.

When she didn’t know what to do she looked

to the ground and counted to three

When she got bored she moved her legs,

crisscrossing them, as if she was listening to jazz and

she smoked... Do you have a light?

What’s your name?

Athletic build, cropped bangs

that accentuated her facial features,

curly hair, silly bows on each side

of the cranial perimeter. Brunette...

Charcoal black hair, rounded nose,

bright eyes, illuminated and slanted,

full lips, cheerful looking with a touch of

nostalgia. Fine white skin, nicely formed shoulders and back,

strong and well-shaped jaw

that made a 90 degree angle with her delicate neck.

Small breasts that overflow with energy!

All I can do is dream...

About you.

Somebody told me that you were good for the protest

song. Melodic...

It’s a hot and sensual drum

with overflowing resonance.

Carlos Chatham 21/5/2003

TENORIO

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