He moaned like an arrow just struck him
Then she realised and remembered her mother’s early morning tales
“If you allow him moan on you, you’re a woman”
She desperately wanted to grow up and become like her mother
The name that makes a woman walk unbalanced
She yearned and held him firm, listening quietly to the rhythms of his heart.
How do I become a woman like this, she wonder.
Drip drop…The mighty magic stream flows in… so warm and calming
She could feel heaven on earth…
The fastest runner already hit the margin…
Her king drop dead on her…
She laughed hysterically
Panting like a mortar that just got released by the pistle
She couldn’t wait to tell her experience
She tapped him to get up and wash up
Her joint were broken to the tiniest pieces