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

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