h the ups and downs of the dance steps, the lower bodies kept rubbing against each other,
Moore' s python claws gently caressed Camilla' s back bone, neck,
The lower abdomen inadvertently ignited wisps of lust,
Then it is continuously transported to every corner of the body along with the blood vessels...
one song after another,
I don' t know when,
There is no trace of Mul, Camilla in the hall...
The spring breeze is warm in the daytime,
a little damp,
blow on the face,
But it' s a bit like the smell of tidbits brushing my face,
The fan on the fan tower is turning slowly,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise on earth,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved,
crystal clear,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Bend it now and then,
sometimes lift it up,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
Watching the outside world carefully,
There is a bridge over the creek,
The long branches on the side of the bridge ha