She was like sugar in his coffee ... She gave a special taste .. He shook his thoughts about it, as if this sugar was stirring the spoon .. Raising from the bottom of the memory of her .. Slowly .. She gave a bitterness of his soul, a special taste .. A hint of spice and sweetness .. Like in every white crystal was hidden pepper. And he diligently, time after time, dissolved it in himself to enjoy the whole, from sweet tenderness ... to burning madness. He was tasting the taste, penetrating it .. only she could noticeably penetrate into the darkest corners of his soul, leaving there its aftertaste .. She .. his soul that permeated him. And without which he could no longer, as without a drug .. No matter how he tried to escape from this habit. ..!
( RAV )
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