I still remember how lonely you were in that room, surrounded by people looking at you. You faced everyone that dared to challenge your glance, the nudity of your body made you even fiercer. I observed mesmerised by every muscle line you had, every vein still noticeable, showing the effort you were going to make. And every one of us ended up looking away, that is how terrible you were, and so your rival had to understand that there was no future for himself.
You raised breathtaking, with victory and death in your look, your face twisted into a grimace. Your body rested, calm but tense, all your weight on one leg. He who dared to defy you would never get up again, claimed your frown and the fury in your eyes. And it was asserted by the rock in your hand, ready to be fired by the slingshot laying on your back.
People moved around you, fascinated by that eternal tension announcing your attack, attracted by the beauty of your body and the strength of your anatomy. But later, they deserted you to go to another room. I didn't. I stayed, looking at you, looking over your body, your sharp nose, the ringlets in your hair and your powerful hands. And I wished to be immortalized into a statue too, to gaze forever into your terrible eyes.

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1. Pablo270686 on 29 de agosto de 2020, 23:27

   Y que nos pasó, que abandonamos nuestros blogs, yo antes que usted, usted me siguió.

    
2. Pablo270686 on 29 de agosto de 2020, 23:27

   Y que nos pasó, que abandonamos nuestros blogs, yo antes que usted, usted me siguió.